Sunday, July 14, 2013

Where We're Kept

Bottled like wine.
Labelled like specimens.
Tossed in the attic
like a knock-off Van Gogh.

Shelved like a book
that's too rare for reading.
Urned in fine dust
too dry to take seeding.
A semi-stitched wound
that dare not risk bleeding.

Bleeding
is a loss of control.

For Fireblossom's "Passion" mini-challenge at Real Toads.
Also submitted to Poetry Pantry.

27 comments:

aka_andrea said...

"Bleeding is a loss of control"

adding to my list of all time favorite lines I wish I'd written!

Fireblossom said...

And here is the flip side of passion; passion locked away and denied. All of your comparisons are snappy, and they lead up to that ending. That heartbreaking ending.

Sylvia K said...

Terrific and that last line does say it all!

NataĊĦa Dolenc said...

"Shelved like a book
that's too rare for reading." that's so sad and true.

annell said...

I like your images!

Helen said...

I'm listening to some vintage Leonard Cohen right now ... perfect accompaniment for this really incredible poetry.

Grace said...

I specially like the opening verses ~ Too bad we don't bleed or go mad as much as we like ~ Beautiful MZ ~

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

I love how this feels MZ--it is my greatest fear-this desiccated place--especially loved the ending!

Mary said...

If this is passion, I would wish to be spared.

Brian Miller said...

def would rather not be shelved and live a life without passion, wine left too long vinegars, you know...

grapeling said...

tight, perfect cadence, crescendo with a twist, I can practically hear your (?) voice speaking this aloud.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"A semi-stitched wound that dare not risk bleeding". Wowzers, kiddo!

Leslie said...

I felt Van Gogh turn in his grave :)
I just wrote one about the elderly so I guess this directed my mind to the feeling that so many of them have that they are placed on a shelf with no more value

L. Edgar Otto said...

Love it... passionate indeed, pain we may come to miss, no blood letting helps the cure... no sensing of it for those of royal blood disease should they stumble.

In our attics of the past there was only a hint of great works to come too late to change lost into legend, I may risk the rewrite or maybe try a little bit of wine.

Van Gogh certainly is a great symbol of passion... as if he sacrificed and lent us his ear... Art captured in a few lines Mama Zen fulfills best of the lot Fireblossom's challenge.

Loredana Donovan said...

Passion locked away in the attic ... not a good way to live ...

This poem feels like you just want to break out of this imprisonment of feelings ...

Susan said...

Ouch! Groan. A passion to get well underlies this intake of breath, doesn't it? I can't exhale yet, so how about a story? Lordy lordy!

I wasn't sick but I remember back when I was frustrated with my marriage saying "It's like you boxed me and put me on your closet shelf! Take me down or .." The marriage counselor said I spoke with a feminist tongue and he listened with a chauvinist ear. I didn't even know what feminism was in 1973, I thought I just wanted basic human consideration. Ha! Sometimes what we think is personal is political.
(exhaled)
Be careful with that poetic power!
WHew

LaTonya Baldwin said...

Last line is brillant. Rough day today. I'm sure many feel like their bleeding on the day after the verdict.

hedgewitch said...

Tight, short and sharp, controlled in every syllable, and yet there seems to be some bleeding ink going on---perhaps, it's what's denied that is always the strongest passion.

Hannah said...

This is so raw and crisp...I love each shift of image and your endings ALWAYS rock! Great work, Mama Zen!

Kay L. Davies said...

Your talent is awesome. It never fails to amaze me, but this one is a stunner, and has left me speechless.
K

Lorraine said...

I've been bottled shoved pushed everything you said, I suddenly don't feel so alone...it's a blessing, your writing

AJ Neugebauer said...

wow.. this is awesome! it has almost a theological feel. bravo!

Kerry O'Connor said...

...like a knock off Van Gogh... Does it get any worse than that?

Susie Clevenger said...

Sad when passion is locked away because of design or neglect...powerful ending!

Maggie Grace said...

Your last line struck me as my therapist self. Always in need of control and writing means bleeding onto the proverbial page. Found this deep and a bit disturbing with the feelings in a good way. Your ability to express so concisely about your feelings is therapy ♥ So very powerful.

R.K. Garon said...

Yikes!

Stacy Lynn Mar said...

loved this! the last two lines are haunting...really made me reflect.