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Blood Letting

it began the day we met

although that day we refuse to mark in time

for you say you were ever mine

unnoticed at first

tender words tumbled

settling on leaves, crumbled

kicked by gleeful children

easily buried

as common patois

as the weeks passed

my heart passively filled

and words emptied

in systematic blood letting

a ritual even Galen would deem

surprisingly extreme

with flooding gush

from sharpened fleam

so when i say i’m lost for words

i mean my words are lost from me

my exsanguinated self

in speechless stirrings

stutters

to a final, single, syllable

till here, so render me

your silent soliloquy

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Galen of Pergamum (129-200 AD) was a proponent of the practice of bloodletting. Disease was thought of as an imbalance of the four “humors” : blood, phlegm, black bile; yellow bile. Declaring blood as the most dominant humor, bloodletting was often the gory answer!

Fleam: bloodletting implement with multiple blades of different sizes folded into a case.

What I see

the story, largely untold

in hollow eyes, dare i behold ?

as we pass in the street

at a common hour

them two

and i

an unwilling wallflower

 

this is the telling of averted gaze

sharp glimpses, in acid haze

where passion once dared to tread

it’s distant echo, a severed thread

 

this is the telling of hope emaciated

stumbling forward, duty bound

finger mark bruises at cuff link edge

a destiny soured, scarred, uncrowned

 

this is the telling

of closed doors, midnight yelling

glass shards of anguish there dwelling

 

my wallflower imagination

ever trembling

 

Thanks to S.G for this challenge …to write about a ¬†random topic: “a couple I saw on my way home from work.” Much harder to complete than I had originally thought. And the more I imagined them, the more dark the writing became.

My life as a play

i have lost my taste for the everyday

a maudlin, empty theatre play

scenes dehydrate…

the set walls slide away

and

dramatic briskness falls bland

exit directed by a lone stage hand

doors bolted

 

seeking solace instead

i seek a grander outdoor stage

my soul bindle wrapped tight

grasping firmly, this new page

so captivating a script

 

in which

I wander along barren sands

an enlightened journey to me

as ocean laps, rubbing stones to shine

a hand reaches ever gently for mine

and we walk

untethered to place

and time

us two, centre stage

under warm spotlight shine

Kismet

when the divine created our star

near eternity we lingered

a somnolence of heaven’s burning

till red, raging

a supergiant

and in the the near, never-after…

us

a supernova sublime

a merging of milennia and molecules

belligerent to time

fiercely fusing

not even destiny to deny

now today

our eyes of umber meet

familiar iridescent irises

peppered with stellar dust greet

for we are of stars

welcome home…

Webbed Feet

in the reflection of trees

leaves blurred, branches muted

the pond is stagnant, without shimmer

monochrome serenity

movement

a sole duckling

abandoned, though unaware

dashes over a lily bed

feathered impatience with webbed feet askew

watched by a dragonfly

atop nearby bamboo

such youthful exuberance

of breathless bursts and pond dashing!

I am the duckling

my immature wings as yet cannot soar

vestigial at best

(for now, let’s ignore)

but I can walk on water my love

eager in my yellow bright

flap, splash come I

toward your

wholesome sunlight

Suffocate

the creation

of this asphyxiation

relies upon the air shared

when lips are locked

inhaling exhalations

to hypoxic innervations

 

the stars you’ll see

blame solely on me

and my insatiable

oxygen depleting desire

 

after you whisper

sommergimi di carezze fino a farmi affogare*

I make the stars dance through celestial sparks

crowding our heaven

as we fall

together

through the crack of time

one single breath, divine!

 

 

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*smother me with caresses until I suffocate