Dark-deep-cage.

I hear screech in my abdominal muscle

Lurking deep in my vanity of thoughts

My pillow talks the tales of absorbed tears

The white cover unravelling the bites, the thorns of forlorn chants

The crooked walls of my space shall direct the cave in my eyes

Deep, dark, lost all at once

My tongue feels the pinch as wound inflicted on a tree

I know the cuts, mincing of cherry tomato

Plucking of leaves, trimming the bush

Removing filth, shaking dust

Piling the dead flowers

Even if they wish to dip into the brutality of a numb cracked flooring of a dead house.

And I lie there, tongue-tied,

Stroking arrows of horror, the array of thunderbolts uptight on my white thighs

Watching it turn blue, darker blue and absurdly

All black.

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34 thoughts on “Dark-deep-cage.

  1. Your poetry is unbridled and untamed, yet, you take care to use the most palpable descriptions of pain and loss. The way you describe abdominal pain as screeching, mixing again the senses, and those pillowed tales of absorbed tears, is simply wow. I may sound like a broken record, but you writing is unparalleled in how it uniquely describes human emotions and your connection to the world around you. Your soul is like the pillow in this piece, absorbing its surroundings and all the emotions until it has no choice but to write them out. I keep falling in love with your work as I read each poem.

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    • Must I say this is the best I have heard today.You never fail to appreciate my work from the core of your heart and I could connect that well.
      I am really happy to know how you liked my “pillow”imagery as that is the harsh truth indeed!
      So much gratitude.

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      • I am blessed to be able to read your work and you are most welcome for anything I leave on your posts. When I read your work I am always moved in so many ways. I forgot to mention that I could feel the cloak being dropped over that cage as I read this piece. Each of your pieces culminate into a beautiful ending, even the sad ones. I love the emotions in your work, the creativity but more so the genuine uniqueness of how you see the world around you and how you establish your place in it – an observer who feels and then writes what she feels. I read a lot. I read a lot of well-written poetry. Then I read poetry like this and it leaves me babbling like a stream. Thank you for sharing your beautiful work.

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      • Okay, now I am more than thrilled.
        Such generous words coming from you whose work is really commendable means so much.
        You are true in your connotation that I observe like a lot.My half of the creativity is observation.Writers have that inbuilt I guess.
        Anyway,I hope not to disappoint you in future and present my very best.
        Thankyou for your valuable reads.:)

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  2. Sun, Mon, Tues… the ebb and flow of life.
    One can see the reflection you go through in your work from life’s highs to life’s lows.
    And you make the reader feel it as in today’s feeling of low.
    That’s life. Real life. One feels the pain in your words today, but even your casual reader
    knows your resiliency and that you will bounce back from this reflection… that you are an optimist who no matter how you may feel on one day… are always striving for that better tomorrow and will never give up.
    It’s within your makeup… your force of will.
    I feel the pain today, but look forward reading about the brighter day just ahead for you which you so rightly deserve.

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    • That’s so thoughtful of you Forrest. You have this faith that I will be optimistic once again,you know that I would write the positive notes once again and that’s actually true.
      I will bounce back shortly but for now dark word, dark mirror is my cup of tea I believe.
      Thankyou for your deep valuable insights as always!

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  3. The imagery in this is superb, very vivid. A solid ending too:

    “My tongue feels the pinch as wound inflicted on a tree

    I know the cuts, mincing of cherry tomato

    Plucking of leaves, trimming the bush

    Removing filth, shaking dust

    Piling the dead flowers

    Even if they wish to dip into the brutality of a numb cracked flooring of a dead house.”

    Love those lines!

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  4. I really enjoyed reading this one. It’s very arousing, especially towards the end. Every time I read your work I feel inspired. -You are this opiate and I need more and more.

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      • Readers are often going get something completely different from what the author’s intent is. For me I’m getting an experience here, not an emotion. Men and women are just wired so differently. And what a woman can find painful a man will blow off and never think to it again- vice versa. Not gonna take another guess at it. I have to work in a few hours…lol
        I never liked poetry til i read yours….I don’t know anything about it. So Intensely metaphorical and ummmm sometimes confusing. Goodnight

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