It’s the women

~

They build sturdy houses

dense

set too close together

Tactful queries like origami darts

traverse the narrow spaces

~

It’s the women

the older ones first

I bring them warm water

They look in their silk panties for one drop of blood. A sign?

I smell

only urine

~

My powder blue coat has stains from breakfast.

I remember when my sheets smelled like cheese

wrapped around my swollen breasts every time I dreamt

of my stolen child.

~

A mirror is still flat

even if

in it

I can see what is behind me.

~

I have left my face on the wall

no one can see my terror

~

It’s the women….the older ones first

I am young

I am nothing

~

“”””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””

It's the women

“””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””

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12 responses

  1. Well written. Again. Compelling. The more I read your verse, the more I think of this “poetry of light”–light illuminating darkness. Not dispelling it. Illuminating it. Clarifying the darkness.

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  2. I’m honored, George, and feeling transparent. It’s a good feeling…so thank you. I’ve spent the last three years immersed in writing a manual for the healing of archetypal traumatic experience. Poetry is one way I have found to return from living so long in these shadows. Blessings…

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  3. I enjoy the compelling narrative flow of your poetry.

    This line “I remember when my sheets smelled like cheese

    wrapped around my swollen breasts every time I dreamt

    of my stolen child.” sucks me under the river and leaves me lost in the heartland of the poem. Thanks for writing.

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  4. Incredible how this turns here…as on a pivot…it has a real physicality to it.
    “A mirror is still flat

    even if

    in it

    I can see what is behind me.

    ~

    I have left my face on the wall

    no one can see my terror”

    Something I greatly admire in a great poem and something I am beginning to explore: the act of poetry as a bodily experience.

    …amazed…

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  5. Wow! This is so raw… I am not surprised you are feeling vulnerable; I feel exposed too. This is cutting work… Fantastic.

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    • Thank you….really…it’s great to be appreciated. But then again this is just a poem. It staggers me to think the emotions evoked are daily reality for so many. I so appreciate you are building a forum for these voices. So thank you Enfant !

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  6. I’m reeling from this – its pain, its power, its unspoken tensions. Masterful! And I can only imagine how you drew it from yourself. Writing hurts – often.

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  7. Thank you MJ…at times writing feels surgical, doesn’t it? Powerful emotions rise to their surface and we give them story. They inform our physicality. Finding balance in the words when the cuts are clean, even when deep, can be very healing.

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