Sunday, October 12, 2014

Back Over the Hill




Back Over the Hill 


Oh yes just a gimmick – she thinks as trains of
images clatter through to tease - hypnotizing her
with loosed chickens of lust clucking cacophony
on-the-other-side-of-the-road – here, over the hill – 
her flesh scratchy-sere, demanding truth from purring
 lotion-potion promises - sweet words to halt the torture machine
in which she fell - entangled, snared as surely
as a worker-bee's uniform caught in the gears – this lotion-
potion sure to loose her from the liquor non-sense of this
suddenly slack body, these veiny hands, this wrinkled brow, 
these tired eyes suddenly lifting in hope born 
on the scent of lavender lotion massaging in backward circles- 
as all quiets – chickens and trains fall still, and she 
inhales deeply - 
eyes closing, closing - closed
 falling back 
into her true -self
on a sigh 
smiling  




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12 comments:

  1. Lotion potion promises -- divine..as is that final smile :)

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  2. I like it...the lotion, brought some many words to mind, but I think I completely gave up on the chicken?

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  3. Love this, particularly:

    falling back
    into her true -self
    on a sigh
    smiling

    I hold on to falling back into her true self... Beautiful!

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  4. I liked the way you wrote the disturbing stream of consciousness of her thoughts, but the tension was relieved when at the ending she fell back into her true self and smiled.

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  5. I'm relieved that this poem ends with a smile. In the beginning, I was expecting the worst!

    Whirling with Alberto

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  6. I agree with Jae Rose - lotion potion is a great word-combo

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  7. Well wordled. I love your lotion potion promises - which remind me of those inane Loreal ads because she's worth it!

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  8. the poem starts almost like surrealist poem but it end so beautiful.

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  9. How you tease our imagination with such surreal images. To me I could see a lady of the night finding redemption somehow to be the woman she longed for.

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  10. What a trip you have set for your reader...the cacophony of life that ends on the smile and stillness.

    Elizabeth

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  11. So many gorgeous phrases and images...as a worker-bee's uniform caught in the gears – this is just one of my favourites...a wonderful poem Pearl

    http://whenthepenbleeds.blogspot.ca/2014/10/when-when.html

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  12. great wordle love how you fiddled the so nicely!

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