The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Sat 1/28/06)

[RetroLounge]

Killing The Love

I am the love killer,
I am murdering the music we thought so special,
that blazed between us, over and over.
I am murdering me, where I kneeled at your kiss.
I am pushing knives through the hands
that created two into one.
Our hands do not bleed at this,
they lie still in their dishonor.
I am taking the boats of our beds
and swamping them, letting them cough on the sea
and choke on it and go down into nothing.
I am stuffing your mouth with your
promises and watching
you vomit them out upon my face.
The Camp we directed?
I have gassed the campers.

Now I am alone with the dead,
flying off bridges,
hurling myself like a beer can into the wastebasket.
I am flying like a single red rose,
leaving a jet stream
of solitude
and yet I feel nothing,
though I fly and hurl,
my insides are empty
and my face is as blank as a wall.

Shall I call the funeral director?
He could put our two bodies into one pink casket,
those bodies from before,
and someone might send flowers,
and someone might come to mourn
and it would be in the obits,
and people would know that something died,
is no more, speaks no more, won't even
drive a car again and all of that.

When a life is over,
the one you were living for,
where do you go?

I'll work nights.
I'll dance in the city.
I'll wear red for a burning.
I'll look at the Charles very carefully,
wearing its long legs of neon.
And the cars will go by.
The cars will go by.
And there'll be no scream
from the lady in the red dress
dancing on her own Ellis Island,
who turns in circles,
dancing alone
as the cars go by.

Anne Sexton

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RL

[yvr girl]

1. that is so raw

I wish I could say something that wasn't trite, but I have no experience to draw upon. BUT I do know people who were crushed by bitter divorces who went on to build a new life that was rich in happiness.
:hug:

[Callalily]

2. . . .

:cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:

[CaliforniaPeggy]

3. My dear RetroLounge.....

How powerfully sad this is....

I can see why you like Anne Sexton so much.......

The images are compelling and vibrant.

Thank you...


:hug:

[Whoa_Nelly]

4. For you, I searched, and found this

Lost

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you,
If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

--David Wagoner

Sending you healing and :hug:
Nelly

[RetroLounge]

8. Thanks for this...

Had not heard of this poet before...

:hi:

RL

[miss_american_pie]

5. What gorgeous imagery

:hug:

[SeattleGirl]

6. _._._

:hug:

[WritingIsMyReligion]

7. Owwww....That's raw.

:hug: for ya, RL!