/ the pain rests
be tween my ribs / some where
near my heart / press ing heavy
a gainst the lungs / /
this is no way to die / i think
as i / dig my own grave /
& wonder a bout love making
& why it can't be done
i make love to flowers / talk
in conversational english to grass
taking over the garden beds / my hands
are stain ed / dirt
/
3 comments:
This is just remarkable. I really like this. I like the courage, the raw exposing of long deep pain. However much it may or may not be literally about yourself, which one can't always assume from poems. It *feel* absolutely true and uncompromising in its honesty.
Thanks for posting the poem.
i love this one too j.
and not just because you made such a remarkable comment on my poem.
the images are resolute and the pain is universal
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Absolutely wonderful!!
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