For solace
I stand before
this sculpture
and I see myself
mute
My eyes, nose and ears
blown away
ripped away
by you
and your demonic needs
unmet
Made to feel nothing
but inadequate
I survive
I will survive
I will speak
someday
for now I am
a muted mouth
your
remains
"ellecee"
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Today Karin has provided us with
some of her own very interesting photos to act
as a prompt for our poems.
Day 16
Oh wow! This is a painful place to be, but you speak of the strong will to survive.
ReplyDeleteOuch. Very strong indictment. Distilled and powerful, thanks. K.
ReplyDeleteI hope the melancholy and hope in her tone turns into a roar that rips the thief of the ground and makes him scream all his trespasses.
ReplyDeleteYour poem makes me feel for both of them... the speaker and the sculpture.
Such passionate verse..!!!
ReplyDeleteShe already knows her spirit will rise, and she will speak. I remember once horrifying my ex by threatening to expose him in print, LOL. I never did - so far.
ReplyDeleteYou have moved into the sculpture and become the sculpture. A dramatic transformation.
ReplyDeleteMoving words! Violent yet empowering, I like that she survives it.
ReplyDeleteA powerful survival poem....a rising up from the ashes sort of piece....love the triumph that is bound to come after this :-)
ReplyDeleteSuch will to survive...amazing.
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