I eat sorrow,
your life, my
loss, settles
in the esophagus
I push with effort
You move on through
chest, diaphragm,
other,
Forced into lower
extremities,
passing through
the ends of toes,
singeing
a molten liquid, returning
to ground
"ashes to ashes"
"dust to dust"
"ellecee"
Although opposite in character
this poem was inspired by
"The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast -
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms"
Written for
Oh this is absolutely deep and poignant, Linda!❤️💝 I love how you drew inspiration from Ezra Pound's poem and sparked its fire along into your poem. Sigh especially touched by;"singeing a molten liquid, returning to ground "ashes to ashes" "dust to dust" Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support❤️💝
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
PS: I hope you ll join me on Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. I am a member there now and will continue with a prompt on 19th April. xo
Hopefully then discarded / transformed.
ReplyDeleteA powerful write.
The first seven words are so ominous... One can't help but feel for this speaker. What an existence.
ReplyDeleteThe poem does all the screaming the protagonist cannot do. The pain and grief in this is stunning.
ReplyDeleteSo real. Will it take root or will rest there?
ReplyDeleteWow...such powerful words. I felt the heaviness of the grief as it moved through your body til it settled at your feet...XXX
ReplyDeleteIntense...in few lines it is told so beautifully...!!
ReplyDeleteThis is so sad and dark full with the hurt of loss. Quite an extraordinary poem.
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