Poetry Thursday: three
The Unsuppressable
We try to hold it together;
a finely orchestrated deception.
Believing no one will ever learn our secret
or our pain.
But the body knows.
And soon enough
weeds force and intrude between the presenting cracks;
A pestilence of pain
nurtured by a well manured inner self.
We begin to resemble an untended garden;
choked with wild plants and tangle bush,
a mood of rotten fruit;
prickly,
hardened and woody
like forgotten parsnips.
Even the birds avoid our slowly wilting selves,
preferring more joyful sanctuaries to linger
And we no longer care
....or notice.
So while we try to hold it all together,
to keep the secret of our discontent,
the body knows.
And screams it to the universe.
In the end,
though no words may depart our lips....
Everybody knows.
© Strauss
20th February 2007
8 comments:
oh Strauss, you've done it yet again. I envy your gift, I really do. The way you string words together to bring out the true sense of emotion, it is SO masterful.
I read this poem and just went whoah! this is what I've been trying to say in the last couple of weeks except I do it with such clumsiness.
Your work makes so much sense to me. Thankyou ;)
This works so well for me. Words just pour forth inside my mind.
Thanks for your visit. Do dropping by.
"weeds force and intrude between the presenting cracks"
The strength of the weeds through concrete and bricks is amazing. I like how you've presented this idea.
Very nice work.
Wow! The pain forcing it's way out, like leaks through a levee. Very powerful words you have written. I like very much.
I really like this one
Amazing, really, the war between the body and mind... I think the body usually wins.
Great poem, strauss
Exquisite imagery...so evocative. A beautifully crafted piece.
Great imagery - especially the birds avoiding us.... that got to me as I love birds....
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