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Saturday, December 13, 2014

Spread Eagled

Denitsa Stoycheva



Spread Eagled

I am the lost loser in this tangle of lunatic endeavor
I tread a milky way of mind lost amid spinning planets,
lashing language spilling sinister soliloquies–as toxic rain
falling ferocious from the spacecraft in which you hover 
cutting incessant circles-as day finally falls surrender to night 
you send even my angels to scurry I watch them rise in a 
flurry of anguish – I sob as I hear them weep with their gentle 
bewildered frustration – confused, at their inability to say or 
do anything to loosen the tortured tangle by which I am 
forever bound, hostage to your hurt, to your rage, to your 
vilification,all in the contorted, distorted, name of care
Yet, I shall continue, forever, to seek sense
even as I know that I am the lost loser
in this tangle of lunatic endeavor –
we call love

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The Sunday Whirl


24 comments:

  1. Striking images, palpable emotion, powerful writing as always ... yet I wish you had included some context, so the poem would be less mystifying for me.

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  2. Wonderfully wrought. I had no problems finding meaning.

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    1. Thanks Roslyn - Appreciate your stopping and delighted that you were able to find something that resonated meaningfully for you.

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  3. Yes .. This works so well, the technique of not mentioning the subject till the very end made me focus so much more on the feeling n itself.. To name it love can always give it a label that make it impossible to focus in the meaning,

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  4. Very powerful. I've been in such toxic relationships where I knew I would be better off without him but I stayed for fear of being alone. Sometimes being with someone is worse than being alone.
    http://poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com/2014/12/forever-your-little-loser.html

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  5. Such a deep diving inside a sea of love.............................................................................................................................................~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`

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  6. More like a lunatic lottery, but how it drives us on...and I love playing the game.

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  7. i really like how the reader ends up thinking of so many possibilities and then the subject is revealed. good style

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  8. What a clever piece Pearl...love is the tie that binds...sometimes perhaps it can feel more like a choke hold than a comfy blanket...peaceful Sunday to you

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  9. I had no idea where you were going with this poem until I reached the surprising last word!

    A Tiny Whirlwind

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  10. Strong emotions felt deeply leading me as I could not stop until I came to the end...so much meaning...

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  11. it wasn't frustration after all... it was patience and understanding in love...

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  12. Whew! Your piece certainly carries us into that "tangle of lunatic love"...I think I'll get off here :-) Well written and I liked the form you put it in.
    ZQ

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  13. Amazing sometimes really that what is called 'love' is not loving at all. But still oftentimes one stays in such painful 'tangles.'

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  14. Beautifully wordled. You've pulled meaning from those disparate words.

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  15. Very powerful words and images but I particularly like the use of the repetition that frames your poem.

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  16. a lovely write, the ill effects to climate and ozones layers is indeed sad; wish there were more happy solutions to explorations

    have a beautiful Sunday

    much love...

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  17. Blazing with emotion. It read, to me, like the caregiver of someone with dementia, who is steadfast, obligated to endure the cycles of rage and volatile emotions. A difficult situation, which you have captured to perfection.

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  18. Whew - this chilled me through and through...well-written as always...alliterative to the nth degree...I am awed.

    http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2014/12/come-they-close.html

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  19. Pearl...this is lovely, passionate..so poignantly penned and I love the alliteration woven throughout.

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  20. powerful, painful, relationships can lift us up or weigh us down… either way there is and entanglement, sometimes it is unclear who is pulling or pushing, lifting or sinking whom.

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  21. I liked the idea of "lost loser"

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