Wednesday, July 18, 2012

walking wounded ......


 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:

KjM said...

Oh, Karen. This one cuts deep. The similarities and differences between the beginning and the end are beautifully crafted. Well done, Poet.

Brian Miller said...

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...

K McGee said...

You sucked the air right out of my lungs with this one. I remember that pain so well.

Eric (Bubba) Alder said...

Such imagery! Love is often a wounding thing. Nice piece!

Shawn said...

Wow! This left me gaping, felt it to the core.

RMP said...

wow, the end really cuts deep. the middle had me all relaxed and enjoying the escape from the dream and then.... really nicely done.

estrella05azul said...

*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!

Maryann Miller said...

Powerful piece. You were not kidding when you said you write "dark Stuff." Very well done.