Sharp mind-aches control his day
The sway of a woman is to blame
Her memory hugs his hand
infiltrates his amnesia
Dry skin absorbs that memory
(like a sponge in the touch of water)
until it reaches his broken limb
Those eyes sink in the absence
of an exhilaration twice stolen
Despair reaches his bones
It fractures her spirit
It opens his eyes
She is on the same rocking chair
misinterpreting the mess
_____Adriana Citlali
XX-IV-MMXIV
The Sunday Whirl … Wordle 157 ~ a baker’s dozen
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April 20, 2014 at 11:05 pm
Interesante poesía Adry… y va muy bien con la foto, que sospecho también es de tu autoría. Vamos por buen camino, ¡Felicidades!
April 23, 2014 at 10:39 pm
¡Gracias! La foto la tomé cuando vivía en Texas, en un parque llamado Brazos Bend. Me gusta utilizarla porque es suficientemente simple como para poder acompañar diferentes poemas.
April 20, 2014 at 11:51 pm
Don’t we all misinterpret the mess. A human trait, I fear.
April 23, 2014 at 10:40 pm
Yes we do. Life might be boring if we always get the “mess” properly interpreted, don’t you think? 🙂
April 21, 2014 at 10:46 am
This has a beautiful discordance..almost rocking along with misinterpreting the mess
April 23, 2014 at 10:40 pm
Thank you, Jae. Ironically, I struggled a lot finding a way to use the word “rocking” in the poem.
April 21, 2014 at 12:24 pm
The sway of a woman is often to blame. 😉
April 21, 2014 at 12:27 pm
Do you really think so? … smiles …
April 21, 2014 at 2:48 pm
Love the ending to this, Adriana. Nicely written poem.
Pamela
April 22, 2014 at 12:29 am
I love this poem!
April 22, 2014 at 7:42 am
Often a couple will misinterpret their partner’s feelings and you poem illustrates this well.
April 22, 2014 at 11:34 pm
She is on the same rocking chair misinterpreting the mess – I love the mess!