Open Poetry #21 |
my heart is a loaded gun |
Elizabeth Cor Senior Member
since 2000-10-13
Posts 879Over the river and through the woods |
as a child, for every unkindness my mother supplied flint polished my eyes, innards clenched as I pulled back and fired in self-defense young and curious, aimed questions at my faith ‘til my backyard became a pile of angels on a rock in midsummer, her worship of nature sent flaming bullets to the moon with song, and the moon shot back silver arrows that nestled in my soft flesh and made me weep with exquisite sorrow I remember a robin, saved from the sidewalk, & in my devoted hands, the neck tenderly broken: always, my love has been too ferocious a weapon that splits the chests of lovers or grows until she embraces me like the fitted walls of a foxhole and caves in I have unfastened my heart from under my sleeve, sly-palmed it to holsters, silver and cocked, and swayed the dangerous hips of a cowgirl I have stood, metal pressed to breast, and leaned forward, impaling caught the shells of lovers between my teeth and spit there are victims and slayers to my history and there is more to the metaphor but I’d hate to confuse infatuation with life and death, though I’ve done it before it seems violent, or impulsive to imply that explosions and chemical propulsion compare to anything as sleek and ambiguous as love but I am still waiting for the someone who will slip the barrel between their lips and plead, “pull” [This message has been edited by Elizabeth Cor (07-17-2002 05:57 AM).] |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Elizabeth, This is so intense I am almost speechless. I did Child Protective Service work in my past. Too much of this poem I can relate to. This is just an incredible piece of work. A keeper for me...for sure. Amazing. Peace. If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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Elizabeth Cor Senior Member
since 2000-10-13
Posts 879Over the river and through the woods |
a different take than what was intended, i do believe... thank you, Larry, you've got me thinking... |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
Well, what have we here ...? When I saw the title of this, my first thought was "ACK!" I was prepared to come in here and berate you soundly for it. Then, I started reading ... I REALLY enjoyed the poem. Classic M: hard, cutting images, raw emotion, and a pinch of humor whether she realizes it or not. That title still irks me, though. Darned if I can think of how to do away with it, though, without losing something in the process ... Thanks for a worthwhile read. Not that I'm *surprised,* or anything ... Linda |
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cherrypoptart Member
since 2002-06-09
Posts 109state of wordthiness |
I see nothing wrong with the title and the content is exceptionally well expressed ......Sometime cliche titles are the best when used in the right place. |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
I find this to be a remarkable write... and my remark.. "excellent" regards, sudhir |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
Elizabeth, Your musique de nuit embeds it's own arrow. Quick draw emotive assumptions of the Love/lust paradigm few men strong enough to decipher let alone handle, but some do exist. Make certain that shots taken aren't wasted on kevlar hearts. This was my kind of poem. "Happy people have no history" - French Proverb |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Everyone had better replies, so I shall just say, thank you for the read...it awoke so much.... |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
Read it - WILL reply...quite possibly by email though, who knows. You know me, I'm dim, things like this take a while. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Very beautiful Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Elizabeth Cor Senior Member
since 2000-10-13
Posts 879Over the river and through the woods |
thanks to all... indis later... |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Elizabeth ... you have such an incredible talent for gripping the reader and drawing them into the depths of the emotions you portray. I wanted you to know that I follow your work, and am in awe of the powerful impact that I am readily submerged in, each time I read something from you. The visuals this piece brought to mind, simply leapt off the page ... an excellent write, with an explosive conclusion. I really enjoy your work! Best wishes, /Kit |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
You've placed a different outlook on emotion with this...I am in awe of you purdy lady....and? thats always been rare for me... really enjoyed you here!!! Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
just goes to show what can happen when you take a cliche (or, what some would believe to be one) and make it your own. . . the heart as shooter and as target. . . never has it been done like this. . . well done. . . -------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Irie Senior Member
since 1999-12-01
Posts 1493Washington State |
Elizabeth, Riveting & intense! And the last stanza?........staggering! And because I am practically speechless, that’s about all I can say, for now anyway! ~Sheri |
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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA |
thanks for offering such a powerful poem for me to wrestle with. Kinds of took my breathe away - I think I will struggle with bit of this for a while - an excellent write - Paul |
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Elizabeth Cor Senior Member
since 2000-10-13
Posts 879Over the river and through the woods |
thanks to the rest who've been here since and added their own words... I will give individual replies, because there a several here that have stirred things to say... but at the moment, it is late, so please accept my recognition of the singular persons here, and my gratitude for each. |
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