Thursday, January 3, 2013

Five Years Gone

Five years gone in a womb of waste.
Cord blood rancid, I'm starving slow.
Labor pains loot the minstrel's case
for anesthesia for my bones.

Till Caesar rent the ripe / rot place,
contracted small as I could go.
Five years gone in a womb of waste.
Cord blood rancid, I'm starving slow.

Today, I wear a stranger's face
that bears no mark of what I know
or what I've seen, and I don't go
where my caul is kept - sacred space.
Five years gone in a womb of waste.

18 comments:

Sioux said...

I love the organization (along with the images and word choice, as usual) of this piece.

The repetition--at the beginning of the first stanza, at the near end of the 2nd, and the very end of the 3rd stanza.

What a way to begin the new year, Mama Zen.

Sylvia K said...

I do agree, what a way to begin the new year, MZ!! Have a great weekend!

my heart's love songs said...

curling up in a ball and sucking my thumb now.... i swear i'll never try to write again!

damn, this is good, MZ!

truly, truly, truly perfection!!!

Brian Miller said...

dang....what a vicious refrain...the cord blood rancid....whew...nicely done ...gritty and intense....

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is strong! You worked the repetition like a maestro - each lines is tight with no wasted emotion or thought.

and I don't go
where my caul is kept... Amazing moment in an amazing poem.

Mary said...

Strong writing, MZ.

Fireblossom said...

Oh no ya don't. Fool me once...

hedgewitch said...

Almost a villanelle, or maybe it actually is another form, but whatever, if it isn't, it should be. That first stanza is so bloodcurdlingly flat and understated that the insane pain in it hits even harder. Too many things die stillborn in us. At least the poem lives.

passionatereads.com said...

This one struck a chord in me, feeling like I waste too much creative time. Beautifully crafted. Love the power of the repetition.

Margaret said...

it sits in the gut (in a good way)

Erica Bean said...

Great writing - very vivid with the word choices.

Fred Rutherford said...

really strong write MZ. Love the final stanza here, some great abstract imagery.

Manicddaily said...

Agh. So painful. Wonderfully written. I don't actually find the imagery very abstract. k.

happygirl said...

Every word is perfectly chosen and placed. Strong piece.

izzy said...

"Bears no mark of what I know"-
I can really identify with that.
enjoyed how you put this together,
thanks.

Claudia said...

dang...wearing a stranger's face that bears no mark of what i know...tightly woven

Alice Audrey said...

It's been too long since I've been over here. I forgot how sharp your words can be.

Fireblossom said...

I came back to read this again...