There is something naked about these nights.
They cattail cold around my legs
until my flesh fails
and my bones brittle
blue to black beneath my skin.
Ragged in my old, pink robe,
I drag the small hours behind me
like a limp -
phantom limbs
splinted in silence
and aching
making mockery
of the amputations I've undertaken
to shorten these naked nights.
Friday, December 28, 2012
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About Me
- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
18 comments:
I love that second stanza. Except for the ragged robe. Is there no Victoria's Secret? Is there no Soma?
I drag the small hours behind me.... I love that !
You've been looking in my window again, MZ! Another great one! Happy, Happy New Years!!
Vivid, powerful images here!
I love this, MZ.
I see your favorite word, bones ~
Like Ayala, I love dragging the small hours behind me ~
This poem captures the brittle feelings of its message. I especially love the dragging of the small hours behind her......
the amputations taken to shorten these nights...dang...tight close mz...the dragging is a great touch as well...felt verse...
I suppose a mug of cocoa is out of the question?
I drag the small hours behind me...loved that line. Great poem.
Woe.. Excellent.
This is not what I expected when I read the title. This is so bleak and wearying, just like those long nights.
"I drag the small hours behind me"
"making mockery
of the amputations I've undertaken
to shorten these naked nights."
absolutely brilliant, MZ!
Happy New Year!
♥
Well, I can relate to this in no uncertain way. (Even to the comfortable old sleepwear... Victoria's huh?)
(reading this in my ragged pink robe)... ouch, a bit close to the bone? yep.
Wow, I can really feel this, MZ:
"They cattail cold around my legs"
"I drag the small hours behind me"
I so love your writing.
well, mz, I certainly stepped into this one, like a comfortable pair of slippers. I know this walk and limp.
love the ragged in my old pink robe.Such a clear vivid image..one I know only too well
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