Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Wednesday, July 31, 2024

Mother-In-Law's Tongues

 

even
as the edges grow
cutting open my body-womb
spirit sheath,
I speak the wound called poetry
blooming dying leaning to
the light.

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A cameo poem for What's Going On?-- "A Cameo Appearance".

9 comments:

  1. Absolutely perfect. "The wound called poetry" - a new way to think about how we process life's pains and joys through our poems.

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  2. Like all births birth of poetry is as painful and ecstatic. ..'leaning to / the light' is so perfect. "There is a crack, a crack in everything / That's how the light gets in"

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  3. Love the wound called poetry - Pain and healing together.

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  4. "My body-wound / spirit sheath" Wow. And "the wound called poetry" is also the bloom/leaves "blooming dying leaning toward the light." Perfect. We are somewhat like Mobius strips, planted in the earth.

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  5. There is nothing like a succinct poem that gets right to the point, doesn't mince words! This is such a poem.

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  6. You create so much attitude and emotion in a so few words - like a cameo indeed - Jae

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  7. Your mother-in-law's tongues made me sit up, Shay. I especially love:
    ‘I speak the wound called poetry
    blooming dying leaning to
    the light.’

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  8. As with all short syllabic forms, this one is often challenging as everything must be compressed and succinct while remaining lyrical, open and expressive. You aced it.

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  9. "I speak the wound called poetry" -- And you do, with a voice captivatingly true and edgy and powerful.

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Spirit, what do you wish to tell us?