Sunday, January 1, 2017

Two By Two

When he leaves you,
really leaves you,
let him leave you;
believe he's gone.
Don't try to carry on

or do your best.  Rest
in the small death scattered pieces of you.
Let the bloody matter dry.
Then cry -

forty days and forty nights
and out of sight of dry land.
Wait for his dove with an olive branch;
strangle it with your bare hands.
Drift,

and with time
the flood inside you
will subside,
and you'll have learned
the lie
of two by two.

For Poetry Pantry at Poets United

12 comments:

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Ouch--feel this one--it's bit and its vulnerability. Happy new year!

laundry girl said...

Sweet Jesu, this is REALLY good.

I'm more of a "pretend it never happened" kind of gal, but this is much more powerful and probably draws out some pretty phenomenal poetry. :)

I personally read this as being about polygamy. I probably watch too much Sister Wives. :P

Sioux said...

This is a nothing-held-back poem, in my opinion.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

My goodness, this is so powerful so emotive!

Bekkie Sanchez said...

This reads like a blues song Mama Zen. Love "Wait for his dove with an olive branch;
strangle it with your bare hands.
Drift," is beautiful! Hugs!

Steve King said...

I enjoyed how you wound religious imagery into this (a touch of Osiris too??), but made it so human. A good idea, very well executed.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This takes me back....and reminds me that it is good to be old and too tired, lol.

thotpurge said...

Goodness...the imagery of the dove being strangled...as a step forward...a forceful poem to kickstart the year!

annell said...

Wow! What a way to start the new year! A year based on a lie.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I particularly love, 'strangle it with your bare hands' – simultaneously startling and right, funny and bitter.

Fireblossom said...

"Make-believin' in forever/ is just a lie/ and it seems a little sadder/ each time we try." --Kris Kristofferson

grapeling said...

damn ~