"Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness."
Khalil Gibran

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

No Cut-Throat Rose

Not a cute card or a kissogram.
I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips
Carol Ann Duffy

Abstraction White Rose
Georgia O'Keefe (1927)
Fair Use


XIX

This love is no rose
throat cut
bleeding sap from severed stem
and every thorn peeled away.

This love brooks no sentiment
but dark humour
collusion
a symbiosis of intelligent lust
to aid in decomposition.

This love is not written
on the moon
reeking of rhymed verse
and objectification.

This love stifles every word
that tries to speak itself
into being
no need to justify the intimate
pulse, the hungry lips.

This love is neither
truth nor
falsity, no illusory song
for fools to dance to.

I give you this love
as a stranger might hand
a dying man
a drink of water at his place
of execution. A matter of instinct.


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Poems Through the Eyes of Carol Ann Duffy is our Wednesday prompt hosted by Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden.


12 comments:

  1. My goodness this is beautifully dark and haunting, Kerry!❤️ You have captured love in it's various moods and shades so very eloquently here. Sigh.. especially love; "I give you this love as a stranger might hand
    a dying man a drink of water at his place of execution. A matter of instinct." Beautifully penned. Thank you so much for participating.❤️


    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  2. "...a symbiosis of intelligent lust". I'm in love with that line, Kerry, taking by how it combines thought and hormones.

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  3. What a description of love, definitely not sappy. That ending, wow!

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  4. WOW. This is so well done, Kerry. "every thorn peeled away..."

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  5. Ha! Wonderful all through, and then that final phrase so nails it.

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  6. You wrapped that up very sharply, Kerry. Nicely done.

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  7. Toying with our emotions. ...and then that final cut (or drink). Bravo!

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  8. this one has just crawled up into my brainstem and taken residence. ~

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  9. Super strong last stanza especially, Kerry. What is interesting too is that there is a kind of despair, or need, in the voice, so that one feels that the voice too is at its own gallows. Really interesting and well done. k.

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  10. I love the darkness of this poem, Kerry, the imagery is so powerful. For those of us who like our flowers in the garden where they can grow, the opening lines ring true. I particularly like the lines:
    'This love stifles every word
    that tries to speak itself
    into being
    no need to justify the intimate
    pulse, the hungry lips'.

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  11. line after line this poem demands your attention, sits you down and makes sure that you 'get it' Brilliant.

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  12. every word here counts...that's superb...I loved those last lines...a bit dark and beautiful!

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