I'd like to tie a tourniquet
around your wounded heart
and watch until the blood
stops dripping
then I would cut away the mangled mass
of decaying vessels that hang
below the pulsing mound of life.
Perhaps then you could begin,
begin to feel, begin to love,
begin to live.
A powerful feel to this one Mary. The economy that you employ is great, you avoid imposing too much of yourself onto this. It is works such as this that cry out to be laid out as a structure -allowiing the piece to be planned. Unfortunately all PH allows for is left-justification. Ah well, it doesn't detract from the impact of the piece.
Mary...This is a very strong poem, and sounds to me to be aimed at someone you care dearly about. The imagery made my skin crawl (perhaps a decendant of Poe's? ?) Hugs, Dee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mary, I probably haven't read everything you've posted, but this is the strongest poem I've read of yours. It is well-done. The imagery is strong, the anger and pain lett unnamed; yet the reader really feels it. That's what a good poem is all about. Good work. Raynette