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Sunday, February 24, 2013

A new relationship



I’ve gotten too close to my tears
It misses me and comes out to see me
when I’m eating
when I’m sleeping
when I’m fucking

I’ve gotten too close to my tears
It leaves trails on my skin
so I won’t forget it
It wets my memory with pain
Two rivers running down my cheeks
I can’t swim, I can’t drown, I can’t stay dry
It floods my heart with ache

I have become my tears
It’s all I have to show
It’s everything I feel
It’s the end I see


My tears have taken over
my body my heart my being
I died yesterday
When my tears got closer than you
stayed longer than you
was more sincere than you
slept with me and not you
I am not here anymore

11 comments:

  1. Tears (inspired by Nana's poem

    Tears can sink you
    Suck you in and sink you.
    They can form a river
    Carry you down stream
    Down to the pool with silt and stones and sand

    Do not let them.

    But first
    Take a swim and scrub yourself clean.
    Lie on your back and make love to the sky
    Flip on your berry and let the saltness of tears massage you.
    Do not leave the pool until all the dirt is gone.

    But do not linger too long in there.

    Jump out to the bank and towel your body dry.
    Make a turn and take another journey
    Abandon the pool and keep walking
    Walk till you feel it is a safe distance
    Away from your tears
    Away from you
    To a new you.

    (Hilda)

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  2. A friend just edited the poem. I agree with her.



    Tears (inspired by Nana

    Tears can sink you
    They can form a river
    Carry you down stream
    Down to the pool with silt and stones and sand
    Suck you in and sink you.

    Do not let them.

    Instead
    Take a swim and scrub yourself clean
    Lie on your back and make love to the sky
    Flip on your berry and let the saltness of tears massage you
    Do not leave the pool until all the dirt is gone.

    But do not linger too long in there.

    Jump out and towel your body dry.
    Make a turn and take another journey
    Abandon the poolside and keep walking
    Walk till you feel it is a safe distance
    Away from your tears
    Away from you
    To a new you.


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    1. Hilda

      I love your poem! Thanks for sharing.
      "Jump out and towel your body dry./Make a turn and take another journey/"

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  5. Nana, I love the natural way your poem flows, nothing is held back! And there's a perfect sequel from Hilda.
    Love it!

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    1. oh Charley, so, clearly, I should pay more attention to my blog. Sorry, I am just seeing this. Thank you always for you lovely comments!

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    1. lol confession: I love you a little more :)

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