Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Corpse Flower

Alone.

I haven't slept alone in over a decade
except for naps, and naps
don't count.  Even napping,
my body doubts,

behaves,
stays in its space,
and wastes
empty acres of bed.

Head aligned with my spine,
arms tight at my sides,
I lie
stiff

and still as a corpse
in a drawer
at the morgue -

all bones and bud tight skin.
A flower
that won't bloom again

until it's alone.

Submitting this to Real Toads and hoping that Magaly will forgive me for stretching the prompt!

24 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

Strange how our habits change subtly over time, we hardly even notice how even sleeping habits may be conditioned. You so accurately sum this up -
Even napping,
my body doubts,

behaves,
stays in its space...

Magaly Guerrero said...

All that empty bed makes the body wonder about the things that could creep in and take the place of what belongs... Stiff, indeed.

Grapefruit Jean said...

I love this.

Gail said...

I know! Isn't it strange that we are such creatures of habit?

Outlawyer said...

There are wonderful rhythms and poignancies here--well done. k.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Love the imagery - the fact that my office air conditioning is blasting, makes the mausoleum feeling come through more clear. Loved:

"Even napping,
my body doubts,

behaves,
stays in its space,
and wastes
empty acres of bed."

You say so much in such perfectly chosen words.

Björn Rudberg said...

Those habits.. once we learn it's hard to use all that space...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

LOVE the title and that you chose a human animal. Smiles. I have been alone forever. I use the entire bed and someone would be hard pressed (literally) to fit into it with me. Fortunately, that is not a problem, LOL. Not a lot of applicants at this late date. Hee hee.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

I loved how you related the flower to sleeping habits! Sleeping alone can be unpleasant sometimes..!
xoxo

hedgewitch said...

There's a great play on words here, and a cold, abyssal story hiding under the bed--maybe there's a reason corpse flowers only bloom once a century.

Gillena Cox said...

from what i've read of the "Corpse Flower" its a nasty , smelly one; you placed it i think in its rightful place in this poem

"in a drawer
at the morgue -"


much love...

Rommy said...

Such a stubborn and willful plant! It won't do a darn thing until it's good and ready to! And then watch out! I've heard it's pretty stinky too. You've given this flower quite a personality!

Susan said...

" . . . all bones and bud tight skin."
So dead and so ready, this stiff! Wow! Imagine having that much more space after a decade!

Susie Clevenger said...

Flower and human share some common threads. This is perfect for the challenge..uniquely you

Fireblossom said...

Skittles is glued to me all night. I like it, though. :-)

angieinspired said...

yes, MZ, this flower knows a thing or two!!

Ella said...

I love the bloom you selected~ Wonderfully done~

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Fascinating in its metaphorical implications — and also about a flower I'd not heard of before.

Sioux said...

But corpse flowers stink to high heaven, don't they? Does the similarity end before we get there?

Yvonne Osborne said...

I felt this down to my core. Funny how we cling to our side of the bed even when sleeping alone, hug a pillow and spoon into ourselves, wasting acres of bed!

blueoran said...

The image is perfectly terrifying -- a marriage of the extremes. My wife is about to kick me of out bed for tossing covers. And I complain ...

Grapefruit Jean said...

Core P.S. Flower/Flow-er

grapeling said...

ack. I really am petrified of finishing a 30th pen. you and Hedge and Kerry keep raising the bar. ~

Out of Sight L said...

like a lot. I prefer sleeping alone. ;)