I dreamed I
lay
flat
Gasping
A crowd of
the
curious looking down
on me
My chest –a
gaping hole
a spear run
right through it
I woke with
a chill
sweated out hours
later dancing
to zydeco
in the festival heat
Mid
afternoon,
browsing
stalls
hot, sweaty
smiling - oblivious
to my peril
the crowds
part and
there you
are
Arms open,
saying come
here
Your chest
to mine
arms tight
around me
soft words
kisses exchanged
at parting
People turn to
look
as I walk
away
Drawn no doubt
by
the squelching
sound
of the
sucking chest wound
reopened by
a blunt embrace
--happy to be part of the anniversary celebration @dversepoets
8 comments:
Oh, Karen. This one cuts deep. The similarities and differences between the beginning and the end are beautifully crafted. Well done, Poet.
the sucking chest wound reopened by a blunt embrace...omg...killer close and just when i thought the sun was breaking through the clouds....nice write...
You sucked the air right out of my lungs with this one. I remember that pain so well.
Such imagery! Love is often a wounding thing. Nice piece!
Wow! This left me gaping, felt it to the core.
wow, the end really cuts deep. the middle had me all relaxed and enjoying the escape from the dream and then.... really nicely done.
*gasp* These few words say more than I could ever express about how it made me feel while reading.
I have felt this way before, and you expressed it perfectly in your poem!
Powerful piece. You were not kidding when you said you write "dark Stuff." Very well done.
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