Friday, March 1, 2013

Neither Yours Nor Mine

My skin is no longer slave to my bones
since I hollowed out the heart that held you.
Tattoos bloom from my ankles to my eyes.

My fists clench and my knuckles bleed ALONE -
stigmata scarlet letters from veins blue
as a locust night; text sticky as thighs

left wet, weak, and trembling with MINE script stroked
from shin to sex like a lover's suck bruise.
My lips are deep glossed and spit slick with lies.

My heart beats braille.  My teeth are grinding stones
tearing my truthful, traitor tongue in two
to be swallowed, swallowed, swallowed inside.

I am no longer yours, but I'm not mine
in body or soul, in heart or in mind.

Kind of a rough draft Trireme Sonnet for Form for All at dVerse

24 comments:

Claudia said...

oh dang...tight images...the glossed lips split slick with lies or the heart beating braille...wow..didn't know you do form so well mz

Brian Miller said...

nice....the image of the tattoos blooming is good...then it being stigmata....dang...heart beating braille...very cool...very well done...

Sylvia K said...

Well done indeed -- as always.

rumoursofrhyme said...

tight to form, rhythm and meter; brilliant images. Maybe you should try form more often MZ?

kaykuala said...

I am no longer yours,but I'm not mine
in body or soul, in heart or in mind

Summed up the eventual outcome which many experienced. It gave a picture of finality in what could have been feelings of endearment. Nicely MZ

Hank

Sabio Lantz said...

Fantastic depiction of love filled with self-destruction. Makes you think it couldn't have been healthy from the start. Very cool. Not sure if it is your voice, of course, but it doesn't matter.

Great lines and fun near rhymes to make the form work.

Fireblossom said...

This thing is savage and wounded and snapping at itself and others. Whew.

Kelvin S.M. said...

...the notion of having your skin no longer slave to own bones is both fascinating & frightening... ah... well done... smiles...

Darakhshan said...

Lovely poetry and strong imagery. Keep up the good work. It was a pleasant read.

Semaphore said...

Whether a first draft or final, this trireme sonnet is filled with intent and power, an emotionality with a hard, serrated edge.

hedgewitch said...

Very strong--and very sure. You are speaking with the voice that doesn't lie, however many tongues have been swallowed in the process. It's spitting them out again afterwards that hurts the most, maybe.

Brudberg said...

How much anger and pain you express in this poem. And the final couplets conclusion is great.

Lydia said...

This has a real bite to it, and a punch, leading to that soft pillow-talk with self at the end. You amaze me.

Mary said...

I really liked the images you used in this sonnet...especially "my heart beats braille" and "truthful traitor tongue." And the ending...loved the final couplet!

(I don't think this is rough at all.)

Laurie Kolp said...

A first draft? Are you kidding? It looks fine to me as is. I especially like:

My heart beats braille. My teeth are grinding stones
tearing my truthful, traitor tongue in two
to be swallowed, swallowed, swallowed inside.

... and suck bruise made me smile.

ninotaziz said...

A edgy sonnet! Way to go Mama Zen...Really something!

ninotaziz said...

*An edgy sonnet, I mean...

Eusebia Philotes said...

This is kick-butt good. Vivid. A somber conclusion.

Susan said...

OUCH. I dare to hope that neither you nor your friends experience the nightmare beaten and ground matter in these images. The abuse and after abuse swallowing all the what ifs and possibility of blame before the turn around (if there is anything left to turn) of these sock-bruised thighs. I have witnessed the truth of these relentless images in movie after movie, tome after tone from the Malefactus Factorem forward and back, political and personal. This gauged out heart is the death of self after the leaving. I want to hold and help her to cure herself, no matter how bloody I get int he trial of it. I want someone else to do it as I fight no more forever.

Susan said...

FYI: http://susanspoetry.blogspot.com/2013/03/love-god.html

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Such a powerful and biting write, kiddo. One of your very strongest and best. Sad the being neither another's nor one's own. Terrific writing!

Heaven said...

A lovely work MZ ~ The most outstanding for me are the first two tercets ~

indieflower said...

This blows my mind it's so good. I especially love the first stanza and this section:

"stigmata scarlet letters from veins blue
as a locust night; text sticky as thighs
left wet, weak, and trembling with MINE script stroked
from shin to sex like a lover's suck bruise.
My lips are deep glossed and spit slick with lies.
My heart beats braille."

That sounds like a pretty horrible breakup or separation. It could just be that he's going to work or leaving you for a short time, but the love/lust is so intense you can't bear to be apart. But I'm pretty sure you've lost your lover permanently and can't bear to let your brain begin to process that.

indieflower said...

The popular and impressive opening line means that you're experiencing a metaphorical death; your skin has rotted off to be eaten by the worms, and your bones are left underground writing poems in their coffin.