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| Shenandoah Valley Winery Sculpture |
I am adhesive
rolling into being
the way you stick to me, the tenacity.
We are adhesive
the way she sticks to us, permanent
All these adhesions
binding our tissue
such a delicate word....tissue
can we be made of something so fine?
We should shred, moving through the world
and I suppose we do
though rolling on
picking up adhesions
I've heard rumors of a whole woman
who had no need
She lived in a garden
and then she didn't
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This was beautiful. It captured a longing I've often felt. That journey through life, growing, changing, wanting.
ReplyDeletewow that is profound and how bizarre or me to think of it as soothing...
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holy holy yes, those two last lines especially, YESSSSSSSS!
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xo!
erin
best piece of yours EVER! wonderful!
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erin
Eva - Thank you. Sometimes we seem so delicate. How did I give birth to children without ripping apart? How did I not bleed out when my heart broke? But we hold each other together. All these relationships...momentary...life long...they all aid in our repair. We give to each other so much. Even here!
ReplyDeleteLorraine - I found it soothing to write. It is hope and amazement. Hope that we can be whole, and that maybe we already are. Amazement at how much we can endure.
Glenn - Yes you are :o)
Erin - Thank you. These types of poetry pieces have been hanging out on my music blog. It is music that inspires them. However...no one reads it. Ha! Keeps me humble. But I thought I'd re-post this poem here. Glad I did. Would have missed all those AAAAAAA's :)
i also really liked the last four lines. it was a change of pace and hit me in the gut. it also worked so well with the art, which is quite engaging. i keep waiting for that sculpture to open her eyes at me:)
ReplyDeleteEd - Thanks. I found four different scuptures and hope to use the photos in some greeting cards I am creating. This one was by far my favorite. She looks so damn...something. Blissful?
ReplyDeleteLove the face, the contentment expressed, ironically perfect for the words. The “rumors of a whole woman” and what follows pulls it together so well.
ReplyDeleteAnthony - I was thinking of Eve in Eden. She had need of nothing, and yet she ate. And she left. And life became NEED. And yes...CONTENTMENT is the perfect word for her. Better than Blissful.
ReplyDeletei have lost my sticky and am falling apart.
ReplyDeleteyou are the goddess of poetry, my annie...
Marion - I am your Sticky! We hold each other together. And I....am goddess of nothing but swamps!
ReplyDeleteAs someone who is feeling very thin-skinned and fragile these past couple days, lord, do I relate to this one. What a fantastic piece, with such great imagery. I want to wrap myself in sticky bandages to keep myself from leaking out all over the place, can I do that?
ReplyDeleteAnd Annie - your comment on my post meant the world to me, it really did. I don't know how to emphasize just how much it meant to me, so I'll just say: thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank you.
Yeah. I liked this.
ReplyDeleteWow! You write with beauty dripping from your pen. Mouse. it is as if you were actually creating something made out of more than words ... something solid within your hands that is fragile yet filled with unripable strength. Something that will remain, yet is moldable. Lovely words.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, meaningful, mysterious ... :)
ReplyDeletechaos made flesh.
ReplyDeleteTracy - YOU mean a lot to me :) I am one of your sticky bandages...you are one of mine. It's the way it goes. Life rips us apart, we hold each other together. We are fragile. We should be made of titanium to live in this world. But then how would we FEEL. It's a trade off I suppose. The more we wish to be alive, the easier we shred. And in alive, I mean really living the now, out from under the roof of denial or avoidance. Yes? We need each other. I can't wait to meet you someday :)
ReplyDeleteJonas - How you doing my friend? Reacclimated to USA? Perhaps the body, but not the heart eh?
Old Raven - I do not wish to call you old. Your spirit is not. Your glasses are rockin! Your words are full of wise young life, and your compliments mean a lot. Thank you!
Matt D - You're one to talk!!!! Mr. Mysterious.
Travis - Big Bang theory? I don't believe it. I know Christians who do. We are too complex for any sort of accident. I've had accidents. I've blown things up. Nothing cohesive ever came from it. Just rubble. Hell, I've made a lot of rubble :)
I don't believe that's how we were made either. The universe perhaps, us...nah.
ReplyDeleteI love the laconic feel of the last line: "and then she didn't. Ha! Every fall I'll sweep the garden. And then I won't. I like this terse kind of insight - it's almost zen like. And this woman, she's whole, she has no need. To be whole is to be impenetrable; no chinks in the armor; very safe and dead. It's not a good way to be. It makes me wonder: did she actually LIVE in the garden, or was she just dead all along. Wonderful piece, Annie!
ReplyDeleteAndreas - I had to look up laconic :) I tend to be wordy. I'm trying to pair down. I like what you said about whole being impenetrable. Makes me like being broken all the more.
ReplyDeletefantastic piece! oh how we are so many things all at once and then without a chance to even witness time (although perhaps with anticipation) we are something or someone so different. it's funny how parts of us simply seize to exist.
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