She’s a post,
a steel rail;
me, in another form
swirled in high thread count sheets.
We fucked our way through three cities,
but we never found the nuts and bolts
of tumbleweed and trust.
I’m her support beam
freshly poured concrete,
unwalked street of clotted cream,
a white filmy cataract forming
in motionless doom,
the shadow of heels in
a triangular room.
Our union,
a stagnant swamp,
a long walk with echo,
nests of self-taught lightning.
And with nothing left to do but scream,
half-mechanical thundering,
the gray-green China eggs
began breaking.
© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved
This poem was written for Twisted Tuesday’s Radio Show~ March 8th International Women’s Day. I was inspired by the artwork and life of the American Surrealist painter, Kay Sage. You may notice several of her painting titles, including the title of her biography ‘China Eggs” embedded in these lines of verse. Join me in forging the positive visibility of women and their lives.
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Here’s to women everywhere on this very special day. 💖🌹
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Thank you kindly, Hobbo. Do you think we can call a truce for a day and all celebrate?
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Wouldn’t that be brilliant!
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💜
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Some of these metaphors are resonating more than others. What’s so wrong with freshly-poured concrete?? 🤣🤣🤣
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about 50/50 am I with this one? I will have to speak with you at a later date, as I’d love to know which metaphors missed the mark for you as a reader.
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I remember a recurring argument with daughter. I would give 9/10 on a star chart, and rather than being happy at 9/10, she would get pissed. Why only 9/10?
It’s like deja vu all over again 🤣
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Yes, well, whenever you. Ring up fractions you invite derision, no?
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No. But possibly division 😀
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Beautiful poetry. Happy International Women’s Day 💮
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Thank you kindly, Mermaid.🦋
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love the contortionist imagery; I’m a little twisted myself 🙂
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Aren’t we all, John. I skipped out a bit this weekend. Sorry, I didn’t see this. Had my gray-green goggles on. 😉
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Incredible imagery, K!! A superlatively strong poem.
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Thank you, Worms. That mood gray-green continues here today but there are shoots every now and again popping through soil.
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