Thursday, September 18, 2014

Dahlias Dying

I dream of dahlias dying;
wake up half past late
and a quarter from crying.

Every joint is grinding.
Every bone is an ache.
I dream of dahlias dying.

I have a fear of flying.
I hesitate to medicate
till I'm a quarter from crying.

I have a fear of flying
and becoming what I hate -
a dahlia dying.

The work of untying
all the knots of me you've made -
all the talking and crying

I'm finding
to be a waste.
I dream of dahlias dying
and wake a quarter from crying.


Sherry Blue Sky said...

So painful, Kelli. "All the knots of me you've made, all the talking and crying." I so know.

Björn Rudberg said...

I find this poem in it's pain and the use of rhyme so excellent.. and to feel like a dahlia dying .. a lot of autumn feel in that..

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Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

the repetition is so much like a cry--such a painful sense here

Fireblossom said...

I like the "quarter from crying". Such a vulnerable and sad feeling you've put to words here.

Gail said...

I had that dream but could not tell it so well.


Kathryn Dyche Dechairo said...

Painfully poetic, wow.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Ahhh! Villanelle MZ style.. my day is complete.

Katarina said...

A lovely, lovely, lovely poem! It speaks directly to my heart.

grapeling said...

brilliant, MZ ~