when worlds wash up against the back of your lips,
with their cargo of souls you've loved like specimens,
why must you always then speak, spilling
your professed darlings over the edge in arranged terror,
pursued by the infected monsters of your
suffocating correction and the deluge of your improving touch?
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for this.
I like it! Whether metaphor or literal, it works well.
ReplyDeleteWow. It is a miracle you survived fren. These venomous parents who metaphorically kill their children every day, who eat their children like Cronus to ensure their private realm.
ReplyDeleteOh what darkness in such venom... also proving that giving out the answers can suffocate anyone who has other questions to ask.
ReplyDeleteWell, I read it as the poet recognising that words uttered can be impossibly inadequate for the thoughts/feelings they attempt to express ...but nevertheless having the compulsion to utter, and then even tweak. A passionate utterance in itself!
ReplyDeleteOh, this has fangs. So, so powerful. It makes me growl.
ReplyDeletespecimens - so cold, "professed darlings'... oh the misconception that they know what is best, what is right ... "suffocating correction"... more like the death blow of selfishness and cruelty - oh this put me in a funk... sent shivers down my spine - makes me sad I did not grieve when "he" was gone... I keep trying to go to eucharistic adoration to pray for him ... I will one day as he was damaged and my compassion, my forgiveness will help heal me - set me free... The title is ingenious...
ReplyDeletesere and sharp ~
ReplyDeleteThe opening lines are a poem on their own, Shay. And the threat of the ‘suffocating correction and the deluge of your improving touch’ is so familiar It made me shiver.
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