Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Expectations

Somewhere between broken-hearted and bitter,
there's an empty plain
where a body can find a cold beer
and an uneasy peace.
It's as quiet as a sleepless night,
a place to rub salt in the wound of your choosing
and ponder hard men and the harder truths they come bearing.
Naturally, I think about you.

Some lies are meant to be told and told well.
Some truths should never be spoken aloud.
Even in confession, I whisper and mumble
you don't make me feel less alone
and try to snatch the words back,
but I can't,
and I'm tired of trying.

I just long to sink into this silent ground
and study my discontent until the edges blur.
Instead, I spread my expectations wide on a blanket
and let the sun leach their juices and steal their colors.
Then, I give them to the wind.
I have no use for them anymore.

For Open Link Night at dVerse.

45 comments:

ayala said...

" I spread my expectations wide on a blanket" this is sad and lovely.

Margaret said...

Instead, I spread my expectations wide on a blanket
and let the sun leach their juices and steal their colors.
Then, I give them to the wind.
I have no use for them anymore.

Oh my! That was just great. You want to just pump self esteem into her and a higher value for her own worth. Makes me want to fight the fight for her and kick her man in the butt... :)

Anthony Desmond said...

powerful poem mama zen!

jen revved said...

This really hits me where I don't want to live... if you get my drift. I guess that's why I posted a cooking poem this time-- hah! I love the honesty and directness of this poem-- you bring that off while still writing lyrically-- lovely. I loved the first few lines especially. xxxj

Claudia said...

you had me with the first 4 lines...the cold beer and uneasy peace is just great (even if i would prefer some red wine....smiles)
no honestly - a raw and deep write with a big bang closure

Sylvia K said...

Powerful indeed, MZ, and you did get to the spot I usually keep hidden quite well! Have a great evening!

Sylvia

Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

Throw your troubles to the wind.

unsungpoet said...

I especially like the last two lines...

LauraX said...

This might be my favorite poem of yours I've read so far. So many beautiful lines. I really enjoyed this one: "I just long to sink into this silent ground
and study my discontent until the edges blur."

Beachanny said...

I liked the entire piece - I think this is a wife's song. It isn't despair or depression, it's just another day of responsibility not knowing what's coming next and not being sure if one can weather it - alone or together. Well written! G.

Fireblossom said...

They say that expectations are the death of serenity. And yet, anyone with a pulse is going to have them.

Brian Miller said...

really a strong write MZ...whew...there is peace found in having no expectations but it def means giving up much...

Daydreamertoo said...

Your last few posts have been pretty sad, hope it's just you using poetic expression.
Some deep and dark emotions going on here. Lovely imgaery.

mrs mediocrity said...

expectations cause more problems than they are worth...
this is beautiful, true, and sometimes at night, i hear them singing in the wind...

Heaven said...

Strong voice here MZ. I like these lines:

"Some lies are meant to be told and told well.
Some truths should never be spoken aloud."

hedgewitch said...

This is a sharp, stinging, personally perceptive and fine poem, MZ. Your voice only gets stronger, though I know that's a two edged sword at times. Best lines for me:
"..a place to rub salt in the wound of your choosing/and ponder hard men and the harder truths they come bearing.
Naturally, I think about you..." *shaking head ruefully*

Fred said...

Nice poem, really enjoyed the write. First stanza has this great narration, where the line about the cold beer definitely threw me off guard for a second, but in a good way of course. The middle section is, for me, more like reflection. Then the decision(s) are made onto the third. The last few lines I love. Throwing things, ideas etc.. to the wind is something I've always enjoyed thinking of and have actually written a piece or two with that idea, the not having any use for them anymore was a great touch here. Again, really nice write:)

kaykuala said...

Powerful thoughts. Expectations keep things moving just so we take stock and react. Vividly told!

Ed Pilolla said...

i feel like i'm getting to know you better, which is so cool:) i love how your intellect doesn't get in the way of how in touch with your gut you are in this one.
you start 'somewhere' and then you end releasing your expectations somewhere else. you move between the internal and external world seamlessly.

Willow said...

Brilliant, wow me poem, excellent. Your blog is excellent.

brenda w said...

The voice of the piece is expertly set in that first line and does not disappoint. Wow.

Susie Clevenger said...

Your words could be mine I had been so creative because I so understand them. Such a wonderful job

chromapoesy.com said...

Claudia said it so I'll just sing in the chorus of praise, thank you.

Anna @ waysidewordgarden said...

Wonderful write... I heard a speaker say not too long ago that lowering our expectations may be a wise move...

WINDOWLAD said...

...a very sharp, honest write.. i find this excellent in many ways!

~Kelvin

haikulovesongs said...

"Somewhere between broken-hearted and bitter,"

a stunning start to a powerful, brilliant, painfully raw piece. i am in awe! {bowing down before you}

i've had trouble with unfulfilled expectations my entire life but am working very hard to change my perspective.

expectations of finding wonderful writing from you are never unfulfilled, MZ!
dani ♥

Leovi said...

Beautiful and excellent poem, expectations as well as the illusions are essential in life.

Brendan said...

This poem is proscenium, I think, to the awful truth that things got so much better when I gave up hope. Serenity also has a tendency of moving in when expectations are given the boot. None of this matters in the blue distillations here, but I say it anyway. I agree with Hedgewitch that your skill is sharpening to where the maker can't help but get cut in the making. - Brendan

Cheryl said...

Beautiful writing, MZ. So easy to fall inside each and every word.

Sheila Moore said...

very powerful

markkerst said...

Between the cold comfort of a beer and the leached juices off that blanket you've constructed a strong poem - I feel this very deeply.

Kodjo Deynoo. said...

A lot of truth and strength in this here right, with a flow to admire

ab said...

That last stanza is a killer. I love the imagery -- so powerful it's palatable.

Chris G. said...

Lovely work - particularly the first few lines with this one!

signed...bkm said...

Some lies are meant to be told and told well.
Some truths should never be spoken aloud.
Even in confession, I whisper and mumble
you don't make me feel less alone
and try to snatch the words back,
but I can't,


Love this...Mama...and letting expections fad a blow away with the wind...Brillant..truly enjoyed it..bkm

Grant said...

Very beautiful.

wolfsrosebud said...

Interesting out-look

beckykilsby said...

What a compelling opening stanza - you really opne out the narrative well. I particularly like:

a place to rub salt in the wound of your choosing

I can feel this.. very well drawn..

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

You say it so well!

seasideauthor said...

Reads aloud really smooth. Thanks for the read..

Natasha said...

Whoa Mama! This has been very well said. Every poem I have every penned is based somewhat in unmet expectation. Think it's about time I spread them out on the blanket myself...get to finding me a new muse! This was amazing!

iblogmoore (Amanda Moore) said...

I just gotta say this gal has balls and heart all in one! she lays it on the line for everyone to take notice or ignore she doesn't care..... wowie! This is my new fave of yours!

Finally said...

This is a poem that I really needed to read today, so thank you for writing it. It moved me from beginning to end. There is such potent truth in you words.

happygirl said...

a place to rub salt in the wound of your choosing

Such a perfect line. Thanks for this piece.

Kerry O'Connor said...

The sad truth is that we're always alone...
I loved the emotion you brought to this poem.