Shedding

you have taken my coat

you have torn off my shirt

you have ripped at my skin

entrails contained barely within

 

a gratuitous graze

of your sordid fingernails

in obtuse arrays

a chorus of wails

from the anguished self

 

you have emblazoned my scalp

with a thorned crown

raise me up, arms outstretched

then tear me down

 

i shed myself of you

the shards of me puncture your heels

your scars rest subcutaneous deep

yet my soul bears cavernous

weals

 

 

130 thoughts on “Shedding”

  1. Oh, wow, what a shedding of poetry. I imagined so many things while reading this, including crucifixion. You’ve such a beautiful poetry about you, sweet lady. ❤ ❤ ❤

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    1. You are incredibly sweet to say such things! This one felt like a clearing of some old cob webs … so pardon the dust! It’s amazing what we can resurrect when we delve into past memory and add a little sprinkle of bitterness. I feel lighter!
      ❤ ❤

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      1. Responses are mostly involuntary 🙂 You’re always welcome to the sweetness! This type of cleansing is truly cathartic. I’ve been dusting the shelves of memory, too, today and have been contemplating writing a few things. Hope you feel light enough to fly, bella 🙂 ❤ ❤

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      2. Light enough to happily emerge as a kitchen goddess and hum my way through dinner prep!
        I’m now looking forward to see what might emerge from your dusting, dear poetess! 🌸💗💗

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      3. See, look at that, such poetic responses. I bet you are a kitchen goddess 🙂 Your wait is over, I am nearly done 🙂 ❤ ❤ ❤

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      4. Yes! I would say our mutual passion for writing and food means we two are always only mere syllables away from talking about delectable morsels lol. 😍🍗 📖

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      5. Yes, it’s a blog-versational hazard lol ❤ Speaking of delectable morsels, have I told you how your words are like melted chocolate for the eyes? ❤

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    1. I prefer to write pretty, passionate pieces that make me smile on re-reading. This one is a grimace but somehow, I’m feeling fantastic afterward. Like a good workout Roland! Thank you my friend! 🌷❤️❤️

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  2. The self is all there is… Everything else is fleeting, fleeting… Diana, you’re so versatile.. Such a layered writer.. A true poet. You can carve verses out of words that other poets wouldn’t even take a second look at! This piece makes me reflect.. It’s so piercingly powerful!📝💕

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  3. Oh damn, I’ve already written a comment but it didn’t work on my computer. Try again here on my phone. I wasn’t sure how to read your poem, which ever way, inside out or upside down, your words are both grotesque and gruesomely beautiful, and I hope after all the blood-letting you are feeling betterer !! 😉

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      1. I’m so much “betterer” Ivor because I have two of my favourite Aussies right here, in the comment section scattering good vibes and compliments. From rural SA to Victoria, sending hugs to you both for your awesomeness 💕

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      2. Oh ….”egads”, such a word I haven’t heard for eons! I shall be adopting it back into my vocabulary and astounding fellow Canucks! Tally Ho fine lady 🌷🌷

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      3. hahahaha I adore the word! I think it is hilarious! And adorable. Funny that.
        Your comment made me laugh. Have fun astounding people. You do that with your writing already!
        Tally ho! That is gold!
        Here’s one you may not have used for a while…Ooroo! 🤓🌟

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      4. Well cor blimey! Ooroo is but a distant memory; seems rather Outback a la Dundee? But back to egads…. did you spend some time in the theatre? You SA folk are delightfully artsy 😊💐

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      5. Oh it is… I use Ooroo for a laugh 😀
        That’s funny you ask about the theatre…My first job was in a little record shop in the hills and we were a ticketing agency for the Festival Theatre. When that closed they asked me to join them in Adelaide. So from the age of 19 to 23 I worked at the Festival Theatre for BASS ticketing. So yes, LOTS of theatre and musicals and shows and opera, my goodness. That seems like a lifetime ago now. Met some fascinating people and got my fill on the culture! Was a lot of fun for that age too! ha!

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      6. Well I had a feeling your story might include a strong stage connection! I so envy you for those entertainment infused years – at an age when most of us could only afford maybe one or two a year. I do love opera….and was certainly listening to it in my early twenties too … when I wasn’t listening to Madonna haha! Sordid confession time lol.

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      1. That’s perfectly ok, and I’ve just had a look at your wonderful, ah, us Aussies best stick together, and like you, I adore Diana’s writigs. I’m from Geelong.

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      2. Yes, her writing is wonderful!! To say the least 🙂
        I am up the river in SA, raised in the Adelaide hills though, and ten years in the US before moving here (my husband is American)
        It’s great to meet a plumber/poet! 😁

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  4. Strong, cathartic, and intriguing … sent me checking definition of weal … startled to find two distinctly different possibilities … either could fit … a bit of an optimist, I’m reading “cavernous weals” as large open areas of happiness (opposite of woe) resulting from the shedding … leaves me feeling lighter than air!

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    1. Oh Jazz … fabulous analysis indeed! I say let’s keep the optimistic meaning of the word … it’s as if you know my core character trait is definitely skewed toward happiness 😊 Even when I try to write dark, white sparks are bound to appear! 😊💕

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      1. Oh, in that case…hmm, let’s see…this one ♥️ and a little 💕 with a peppering of ❣️❣️followed with a 💓
        He won’t stand a chance! 😉😉

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      2. Yes…I understand. It was an emoji thing. That must be mentioned in the break up letter of course. We have to let him down gently. Or not. 🙂🌷

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      3. Hooray!!! Then I shall continue with my not so clandestine Megha emoji wooing ..
        … and wow, what a lovely way to gently squeeze in a swoonworthy compliment to me. 🌹 x 12 shall be sent to your door by morning!
        (take that hubby! 🤛)

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  5. Wonderful as always. To me this is a powerful escape of the pain. It expresses such deep emotions and great strenght to let go. A new me, without the layer of suffering; A new me, stronger than ever.

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  6. This is a deep poem lovely goddess and it talks about healing which is like becoming free from pain which brings us down on bed as we try to fly back in the sky. So few words evoke so many images. Your verses are magical. Have a great day ahead 🙂

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  7. O M G

    I am falling in love with this version of Diana… More silent treatment for you!..;) 😉

    Selfish me needs more such piece of Diana poetry , baring her soul for me to strip mine to read between the lines….

    Beautiful….beautiful….

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    1. Finally you emerge from your silent cocoon of introspection (and busy life).
      So thrilled to receive your words … so you are saying you prefer such tortured types of prose? I seldom reveal them … but if I can welcome your affection I may be swayed 🙂

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      1. What I prefer is to acknowledge and prostrate before the varying sentiments you pour into your words and make them come to life … Through your words… I live a life…. Which is definitely not the one I am living….. You make me dream beyond.. finding life and love in the smallest of things…. And you will be preached as the creater of such living….

        More love ..:)

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      2. Such a beautiful contemplation, that somehow my creations elicit an awakening within. Yet, so hefty a notion ….I’m overwhelmed.
        So, dream beyond, sweet Shefali. If I hand you the key, find the lock and open the door of discovery.

        Much love gathered, held and bestowed upon you…

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    1. Yes I was wondering where your sweet soul was hiding… perhaps darting amongst the river lilies like some iridescent dragon fly. You are always in the prettiest scene in my mind’s eye, sweet lady!
      🌸😌💕🌸

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      1. I shall be returning the kind gesture most willingly – for a mere morsel of your writing was enough. I look forward to delving deeper!
        And thank you for your honestly lovely words!

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  8. Oh Diana… I fall short of words… This is so strong and what use of words, brilliant. Loved every bit of it… Felt every emotion behind it… I guess I have become a fan of your works…. ❤❤ Great work love.

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  9. Hi Diana, what a great pleasure to have stumbled on your blog. The intensity of your poems momentarily gets transferred to the mind, sweeping one off their seats into a world of thoughts, imagination and wonderment. So amazed to realise the world has such talented poets☺️☺️

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    1. What a truly delightful way to introduce yourself …. such kind words and I’m delighted you took the time to peruse a few of my posts. I really like the name of your blog; it gives me a twinkly dimpled smile 🙂

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      1. You welcomed me with so much warmth, it made me smile! Thank you. Believe me, it was a delight to go through your posts, they are so rich in thoughts and expression! Haha, thanks you for your kind words on my blog name. Looking forward to your posts☺️ Have a nice day ahead!

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      2. Oh you are sweetness personified! 😌🌸 I’m reflecting your smile with another … and wishing you a wonderful night/day ahead as well! 😊🌹

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  10. Another amazingly powerful poem. I found myself trying to define your emotions here, but I realised, that is the point of writing, to define what can’t be easily defined. These emotions are complex and can only be portrayed through tales rather than summed up in easily defined words. There’s anger and bitterness, but also there isn’t. The antagonist is a vile being, but you have truly shed yourself of them and any feelings towards them, good or bad, and has left you with the strongest response to them, apathy. It’s a wonderful message, and shows great strength. Amazing 🙂.
    Now, onwards and upwards to more poetry 😄

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    1. Wow! How easily you grasp my hand and take me from author to fellow reader. Absolutely love your comments and both the thought and time you kindly spend here. If they gave out awards for follower dedication I’d get on a plane headed for Ireland right now and look for dream walker footprints in country lanes. Then I’d buy you a congratulatory beer (or three!). Thank you Peter! ❤

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      1. Oh, now that would make it all worth it 😉. Although I must be one of the only Irish guys who doesn’t like beer. But substitue it for a good whiskey and I’d definitely accept 😄

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