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I thought about calling you
but have no idea
who you really are.
Perfect ending. I’m reblogging.
(Hieronymus Bosch, 1450- 1516)
Part of the program
was to trigger and split
those wounded by rape
and abuse.
It is almost impossible to
not be affected by
such twisted symbolism.
The murder one of it is
that you will not want it
until you want it.
You will adjust
to not feel
this much pain.
Your mind does all it can
to protect you,
distorting the unbearable
into some warped version
of acceptable.
Through the downpour
and over every bridge,
the soul cannot be destroyed
and so
you cannot ever lose who
you truly are.
You will
trying to control and enslave you
you will find strength and peace within
the sanctity of growth symbolism
that will help you resist
dissociation
and fade alters.
You will surface.
I felt sick today,
headachy and exhausted,
agitated.
I managed to avoid
the cops’ and the puppets’
ventilation burn and
parable threats.
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Marvelous imagery…
….
We steal celestial moments,
thread our words through belt
loops touched only by
gods light years away.
We call names.
Fall apart.
Whistle and wait
for the echo of
our own syllables.
The stars are pin-prick cat prints
on construction paper,
and
somebody gnaws a moon
-ring in the black licorice
of this broken sky.
…
wordled.
So beautifully expressed and wise…I’m reblogging
Hi,
So here’s what’s been rolling around in this very addled head of mine…My neighbor Gary is an avid gardener. So much so, that we have never spoken about anything else. He came to the door a few weeks back to tell me that our grass was being over-watered and that I should adjust the scheduling of the sprinkler system. Ok, done. The other day he flagged down my car to advise me that my grass wasn’t getting enough water (I’m abbreviating the conversation to keep this thing going).
Everything needs water – but not too much. Every meal should be savored – but not so much that you get heartburn. My cyber pal David (davidkanigan.com), is pondering the extremes of emotional bungee jumping, as I extol the state of balance. But highs are awesome – it’s the lows that suck. It’s all a paradox (sidebar – Annie LaMott’s Ted…
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I was trying to comment on a couple of d’Verse poems tonight but they wouldn’t take. It said Comment and I did and then it asked what site I was from and then for my site name and then wouldn’t take my comment–wanted me to start all over again and also asked if I wanted to join ATOM whatever that is. Where are you supposed to learn new procedures?
I’m not really as upset as this may sound, just a little frustrated and feeling ignorant (which I do hat
e).
LOOKS DON’T MATTER
She stoops, sags a little and has a mole.
NOR DO THOUGHTS.
Murderous fantasies overwhelm her at times.
BEHAVIOR CAN BE CHANGED.
Old patterns of obsequiousness remain.
SEX ISN’T EVERYTHING.
She was raped, at eleven, by her uncle.
IT IS THE SPIRIT
Alive, under an imperfect breast:
THAT DEFINES
The woman.
(Samantha Hunt, Lapham’s Quarterly: Discovery Spring 2017, p 216)
Nan’s family photo.
