Sunday, January 10, 2016

Here Lies Island

It's bigger than I remember, this black boned monster rising
from the scorched earth, soft tissue sea of me.
But the same old sign is there caught in mid swing -
reptilian writ -

Here Lies My Shit.

Where dreams rise up to greet me -
bile from the belly of regret.
A fly bloat buzz of memory -
winds thick with sins I can't let rest.

It's miles off the me I let people know;
this island helladise that grows and grows.
Find it in the dark where the map is ripped,
and the shadow's split -

Here Lies My Shit.

For Brendan's prompt at Real Toads.  Also submitted to Poetry Pantry.

34 comments:

brudberg said...

Indeed... exactly the same sentiment... and I like yours a lot more.. you can capture of the sentiment of being in the regret so well. (not a place to show others)... so happy for my mask against such backdrop.

Sioux said...

MZ--I don't know why, but the line "here never forgets" is one of my favorites in this piece.

Wistful? Full of murky emotions? Not sure...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Nobody nails a poem like you do, Mama Zen. I especially like the "helladise" within, LOL. I saw some of that around my house the past few days and it wasnt pretty. Smiles. But you are brave enough to look at it and deal. And that is cool, and real.

Gail said...

Like this. Like your voice. To the point...here lies my shit. I wish I had written this.

Jae Rose said...

I do so admire your style..this could be dark..and yet it sings of moving away form that shit, dark island and really shining bright..or at least giving it the finger

Fireblossom said...

"Helladise", that's my favorite part. It's good writing, especially the rhymes, but it breaks my heart knowing you wrote this.

Susan said...

Brilliant! "They don't know they're dead."
Like most ghosts and land bloated with the gasses of the already digested:
Our secrets, our images, smells and guilt ....

angieinspired said...

Well, we all have miles and miles to go before we get to know the real you? I suppose that's true of many greats. Helladise is my favorite here too.

Sylvia K said...

Ah, you almost knocked me out of my chair with this one, MZ!! Awesome as always!! You are an amazing writer! Thank you -- again, for sharing!! Have a great new week!

Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

I agree with others....you say it so clearly nailing what we all know, feel and do....'here lies my shit'. I think helladise was my favorite too!

Mary said...

Love the idea of 'helladise.' You've captured what it's like.

Shawna said...

This is a PHENOMENAL poem, Kelli. It's one I'd like to have framed and hanging on my wall. If only I lived alone ...

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Quite a riveting read :)

C.C. said...

"soft tissue sea of me" and "helladise"---whoa....you create word pictures that paint it exactly as it is for the reader too!! So very powerful.

Shawna said...

These are the lines that speak the loudest, to me:

"And the fly bloat buzz of memory
thicks the wind with sins I can't let rest"

"Find it in the dark where the map is ripped"

Outlawyer said...

Agree with Shawna that those are pretty amazing lines ==agh--well done as well as unique--and yet easy to relate too too--thanks. k.

7384 said...

Like it because I know it and recognize my own space.

Elizabeth

Magaly Guerrero said...

Regret is indeed a sticky monster that keeps on growing and growing... if you don't deal with it.

I love what you did with the refrain, there is such disgust oozing out of those four words... It makes me want to take a step back, away from it.

Toni Spencer said...

Helladise - excellent description. Very unique. Makes me wish I knew the prompt to which this was written.

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

well written. i'm glad my submittal isn't the only one that attends to something negative

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Well ... perhaps I won't. (You're a bit too convincing, lol.)

Brendan MacOdrum said...

This is writ as 'twould be inscribed on a map, warning all naviagators to sail clear around and away. In every history (and mystery) there's this inchoate, obfuscate mess, dump of failed revisions and clunky lines, every botched Yes and short-sheeted Amen. An "island helldaise," crap's hell-raising ziggurat, the shadow part of the mirror it gets harder to hide. And makes for such wonderful edges beyond maps for the Monsters to play ...

the walking man said...

Me thinks many of us were on the same wavelength on Sunday, you, Shadow, me...

I leave my shit wherever it lands, usually on my shoe soles--I was surprised that i found my way here from asthecrackerheadcrumbles.blogspot

dsnake1 said...

stunning wordplay!
there are so many lines i liked. :)

Kerry O'Connor said...

'this island helladise'

You should copyright that phrase - how well you describe the dark side of self...
Your take on the prompt was so surprising and unique.

Daneshwari Mirji said...

Simply brilliant.
I loved the way you nailed it! :)
Enjoyed reading it :)

kaykuala said...

Where dreams rise up to greet me -
bile from the belly of regret

One wants so much to do good but so much 'bile' stuck in us that create obstacles. Truly said MZ!

Hank

N.s.k. warnakulasooriya said...

Mama Zen... its good
(http://imagtalks.blogspot.com)

Toni said...

Love, love, love this.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Aside from the gifted wordplay, I love the juxtaposition of the sacred and the profane in thought and deed. Exquisite!!

Laura said...

powerful and so relatable!

James Toma said...

helladise...I enjoyed the shadow of your poem here. Nice stuff to ponder on.

Wendy Bourke said...

Visceral and evocation: a bit of a shake-and-wake-up to the dark side we all carry around with us ... deep down.

grapeling said...

also struck dumb by helladise. well, started there anyways, but reinforced. ~