trash trees--
mulberry, ficus and others I don't know the name for.
I love them ferociously,
as a mother does.
my companion is what they call
a mill dog from the pet store--
he'd never been out of a cage before,
and space astounded him.
I love him fiercely,
as a mother does.
I used to think
that I might meet somebody--
maybe by Christmas,
or in the spring time.
I used to think that I would not always carry this weight,
me and Sisyphus
idle and laughing by the road side.
Passion is the acid that eats me alive,
but I go up so gorgeously--
poet with her trash trees and her mill dog, beloved.
I've given up on finding anybody that's free to be found,
but I have come to love sleep--
where someone, maybe God,
holds me in a moment of respite and tells me I am worth something,
as a mother does.
_________
for the Real Toads mini challenge: passion.
*sigh* just *sigh*
ReplyDeleteDeep yet very clear... in the forest of evergreen such acid rain
ReplyDeletePassion seeking in hope some direction ecstasy toward sleep
Life a moment of respite, the spacious now that in itself tells us we are worth something
as a mother did and does
Hello ruby in the dust...under the masks of their forms-trees, flowers,ocean, dogs, whatever--is the real Mother, and you have shown the connection here--there's a reason why she's worshiped in every single religion, even where men keep women like stock animals...Life, I think. Beautiful, moving, profound, and infinitely melancholic, a love poem because even in pain, that remains what it's all about.
ReplyDeleteThere is a mixture of the defiant/upbeat with the heartbreaking/heartbroken that is difficult, if not damn near impossible, to pull off. This is, to me at least, a bit of a compressed Howl--the loss and disappointment is palapable, but in the final analysis it is the hope and optimism which shines through.
ReplyDeleteWow I love that! just an all round a great poem -
ReplyDeleteOf all the tales from myth, this one, and you catch it:
ReplyDeleteI used to think that I would not always carry this weight,
me and Sisyphus
idle and laughing by the road side
Sleep never lasts long enough, even though I don't often dream.
The longing here is palpable ... yes, a deep sigh from me too.
ReplyDeleteOh, I so know, kiddo. As a mother does.
ReplyDeleteHey there, trash tree girl. I'm one, too...so nice to meet'cha. I rescue cats...I have 6 so far...not countin' the wild ones in the yard...also raccoons, birds, snakes, lizards, dragonflies and whatever else that comes around needin' feedin'. I have 4 or 5 trash trees in my yard and 3 Catalpa trees that planted themselves. They're all my favorites. xo
ReplyDeleteThis is like a long, evening walk; the kind where you end up meandering where you swore you weren't going to go. Since that probably didn't make sense, I'll say that it's like a deep sigh.
ReplyDeleteShay you are amazing. Pity the fool who has failed to find you. If I weren't taken, I'd come callin'. :-)
ReplyDeleteThis has that kind of ending that makes one nod and sigh. I love the whole thing and after reading yours I feel like I might be able to muckle onto something more for one of my own...maybe...it's an awesome challenge, Shay...the gritty-good stuff that makes one think. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteMy very dear Fireblossom, between you and Ms Coal, you leave me breathless. Totally.
ReplyDeleteLuv, K
Sadly optimistic. Nice job in boxing up so many emotions in a single, sentimental piece!
ReplyDeleteOh Gosh!
ReplyDeleteThis is a perfect poem, expressing a life I identify with.
Perfect. Lovely. To be shared.
off to do just that-
ALOHA from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
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Big sigh my friend. This was beautiful and sad all rolled into one.
ReplyDeletexo jj
Hi,
ReplyDeleteI had lots to say but read all the other comments before writing and find they've said what I wanted to say. I'll just add that I adore your way with words, the mind pictures you paint, the pain you handle so deftly and the poems you forge out of the fires of real life. Passion will find you; like will seek like.
That one made me cry...especially the final verse.
ReplyDeletePat
Critter Alley
My heart weeps - like a mother's is supposed to. Razor sadness is beautiful its its own way, as you prove.
ReplyDeleteAfter reaching the last stunning words, it feels like stream of consciousness leading to your bare vulnerable feelings which is so brave of you to share. I hated being in the place before finding the right people in my life. The good things all count. Painful and beautifully written.
ReplyDeletefunny...looking the comments, everyone mentioned sighing. That's exactly what I did at the end of this poem.
ReplyDeleteBut it also made me sad, even as I marveled at how you used your words to create a beautiful image: "God, holds me in a moment of respite and tells me I am worth something as a mother does."
~~~Passion is the acid that eats me alive,
ReplyDeletebut I go up so gorgeously--
Brilliant. I Love.