We Lie
In bed, we lie
on gray cotton sheets, a bed
of storm clouds. I let my back
collapse on your chest,
like falling rain on earth. And
the only splatter made is
a skipped
heart-
beat.
Our eyes, just lie
encased, entrapped. Pretend
this is void
of meaning, yet I see
a soul in purgatory
wailing in
the sky of your eyes.
We lie, in bed, in love
a stifled kiss exchanged
before putting on clothes
thrown on the floor.
I want to say, enough.
You want to say, you're done.
But the lie is in the love, and
we can't seem to let go
of the time when
birds began
to migrate south
and used to puncture
those gray clouds right up
above our bed.
So we lie in silence
and pretend again
that birds will come
back one day, although
we both know
they've gone.
This week, at Poetry Thursday, we were asked to do an excercise on lying. And well, this poem is devoted to H and the "special" relationship we share. Special, as in I still love him, but I know I'm lying to myself whenever I hope that things will change, that he will change, that in time I won't be second best to his other love: MJ. But the truth is, I'll always be second best to his high. It's really frustrating when you decide you're going to give your all to someone, but realize later on that he's already given his all to something else. It'll take some time to let go, but in the meantime, I want to be trutful to myself. It's just so hard to do that, when your brain and heart are both asking you to remain hopeful. I wonder then, if our own hearts and our own minds lie to us as well. We think we have control over our thoughts and emotions to a certain extent, that we are able to identify moments when we know something is fabricated - but what if we don't? What if ultimately... lies are inherent, or necessary for survival? Well that's the topic of another poem.
In the meantime, read everyone else's little whites at Poetry Thursday.
Labels: Poetry, Writing Prompts
10 Comments:
Very well done, good images. The best of it (IMHO) is in 1 and 4.
From Abram Lee:
Lovers in a Nutshell
two of them
peanuts.
haha i love this.
<3 mel
Poignant poem. I like the bed of storm clouds.
This is beautifully done, and I love the way you have worked two meanings of "lie" into the poem.
I love this and it breaks my heart at the same time. I wish I didn't empathize so deeply.
I love the "skipped
heart-
beat"
It slowed me down and gave me pause before letting it lead me into the melancholy of the rest of the poem.
This is so beautiful and melancholy. I love the bed of storm clouds and the missing birds. Hope they come back....
BALLIN!
I too love the bed of storm clouds.
Powerful stuff
Interesting twist on the theme. I'm a huge fan of double word meanings. You've played it nicely. "We lie in bed" Don't we?
Dennis
"So we lie in silence
and pretend again
that birds will come
back one day"
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This says a lot in many different ways. Nice touch.
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