weighed
down,
crushed
no longer anchored
nor floating in water
above skies
no longer counting
seven hours and fifteen days
since they took
your love breath
away
in #62 we sat on I-Pads, I-phones, tablets, desktops
punching the same bloody words into the keyboard:
beyond words so sad beyond words
whatever hardened deep
inside
rusty cages
nine inch nails
whoever whatever
that may have been
banging away at the foundations
laying concrete meticulously
whatever whoever that was
ruptured, spiral cracks
in the zone of the
heart, zigzagged fault-lines
mate, you won't be shouting out
to the blue summer
sky
any words
any thing
you won't be
you won't
I thought my insistent
typing
tapping
might change-the-course-of-history:
don't disappear
I'm not saying goodbye
make me laugh
don't make me cry
but the cracks spiralled
she fought on to the end
fault-lines jugger-naughted
but her passing was peaceful
cracks lines, zigzagged unrecognisable
and we were with her
top up the tumblers
funeral details will be posted
throw me the lighter
once the arrangements are finalised
pour me more than a stiff drink
I love this poem. Your poems are very powerful Kristen. Do not ever stop.
ReplyDeleteThanks Claine :) I really love your work too - so we can be the mutual admiration society!
ReplyDeleteI love your punchy tone! and today this poem echoes with a book I'm reading written by a Frnch Philosopher (Clément Rosset) : le principe de cruauté= the cruelty principle ...
ReplyDeleteThanks Béatrice - I must look up the French philosopher book you mention - sounds intriguing.
ReplyDeleteAh. The Heart Poems... :)
ReplyDeleteYes Rob -there'll be some more heart poems on the way :)
ReplyDeleteThe rhythm of this is so good, moves me so.
ReplyDeleteThanks so :) it was one of those poems that literally just wrote itself, rhythm and all!
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