When Memory Digs

“To respect the dignity of a relationship also implies accepting the end when it comes. Except in my mind, except in my dreams, where the aftertaste of her still lingers.” ~ André Brink

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I remember
when your words were wanted
summery caresses on my skin…
Then came the fall,
and your touch turned into ice
that burned

like winter on my tender bits.

When memory digs
deep into my heart, I scream,
“It wasn’t real love!” but…
that bloody muscle remembers,
it knows love will be
anything it wants
to be—

love is ice and fire,
desire that flames
or melts (anything
it wants

to be).

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– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

A Shriveled Blossom

“To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have—to want and want—how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!” ~ Virginia Woolf

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I am longing
for days when we were
not a shriveled blossom
shrouded by sun-
light and death.

Has the wind whispered
secrets my pen can’t keep?
We miss you, my ink
and me.

When my ink misses you
most, I wish for words
to write you out
of my veins.

Last night, I ate kiwi
coated in passion fruit juice,
pecans and memory—

every bite tasted of ashes.

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the wee notes…
– Marian, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, gave us 30 themes and invited us to write a poem about one (or several) of them. I wanted Cake, but I ended up dancing with Romance…
– Linked to Poets United, Poetry Pantry 380.

the visual poetry


Mind-Tickle

She likes creatures. And comfort. Seriously. She suggested we indulge in them, told us to “write about something simple that gives [us] comfort.” I couldn’t think of anything comforting that had creatures in it. So… I went for a tanka piece that explores some of my favorite things to play with, when distraction is desired: weird words, wordplay… I hope it gives you a giggle or 3. It gave me multiples. I’m freakishly lucky like that. 😉
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“Mind-Tickle”

I delight in tongues
full of strange and stirring
words that mind-tickle.
Manustupration is good,
nature’s first chirogymnast.

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the wee notes…
Manustupration: an archaic (and wholly cool) word for masturbation.
Chirogymnast: a mechanical contrivance for exercising the fingers of a pianist.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Creature Comforts.

from Mrs. Byrne’s Dictionary of Unusual, Obscure, and Preposterous Words