Without any apologies
This poem is very raw. It is an early draft, but more that that, it deals with how I feel this week, today, right now. I release it, just as I swallow my Nurofen, and hope the ache goes away…
Nineteen
The blood on my inner thigh
does not mean I am
bleeding to death, simply not
carrying your child, again; for
the nineteenth time I remember
that that is an impossibly
now. How many times
did I launder the sheets, poppies covering
the snow of our bed? Your desire
for me wasn’t squeamish like the other
lovers who chose to ignore my
woman status, wrinkling their noses
and turning their backs to me in bed. No,
you were hungry for me,
for my limbs, my skin,
for the secret places of my heart,
raw and exposed, beating in
your hand. You knew I was alive when
the shock of red painted the small space
between us in the morning
after a night of tender loving. You never
rushed to the shower – you would simply
reach for a cigarette, and holding the curlicues
of smoke away from my face
you would kiss me, laying your hand
against my empty womb.
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This poem is so raw and beautiful.
I am welling up; with empathy, sadness, and awe at this beautiful tenderness.
This poem is so raw and beautiful.
I am welling up; with empathy, sadness, and awe at this beautiful tenderness.
thank you so much for sharing this, susannah. i am teary and speechless…what a beautiful poem. and brave. you are certainly one of the most courageous womyn poetesses i have ever met.
thank you so much for sharing this, susannah. i am teary and speechless…what a beautiful poem. and brave. you are certainly one of the most courageous womyn poetesses i have ever met.
dear lovely S … I feel your aching pain, sweetie … know that I am sending much love across turblant seas. xo, D
dear lovely S … I feel your aching pain, sweetie … know that I am sending much love across turblant seas. xo, D
The rawness of this makes it powerful and beautiful. There’s such longing here.
The rawness of this makes it powerful and beautiful. There’s such longing here.
pretty much, Suz. This is very telling of why your grief is thick and heavy. I imagine it would be very hard to try to let someone like that out of your life, whether he’s there physically or not.
Love to you.
B.
pretty much, Suz. This is very telling of why your grief is thick and heavy. I imagine it would be very hard to try to let someone like that out of your life, whether he’s there physically or not.
Love to you.
B.
Thank you for being brave enough to share this.
Thank you for being brave enough to share this.
Sigh… such intimacy & loss – no wonder you grieve so (and I mourn with you when I read this)
Sigh… such intimacy & loss – no wonder you grieve so (and I mourn with you when I read this)
*for
the nineteenth time I remember
that that is an impossibly
now*
there is the weight of your heart behind these few short words. Achingly beautiful.
But something else is blooming in you now Susannah, that he was there to spark and that grows in you everyday, yielded from yearning. And I’ve no need to tell how bittersweet this is.
I love your courage.
x x x x
*for
the nineteenth time I remember
that that is an impossibly
now*
there is the weight of your heart behind these few short words. Achingly beautiful.
But something else is blooming in you now Susannah, that he was there to spark and that grows in you everyday, yielded from yearning. And I’ve no need to tell how bittersweet this is.
I love your courage.
x x x x
I’ve mentioned in a previous post that I am not a lover of poetry, but this one I could definitely appreciate – clear, truthful, and a message that we women can all relate to, despite the details of our particular relationsips or bodies.
(And by the way, 3 cheers for non-finicky lovers!!)
I’ve mentioned in a previous post that I am not a lover of poetry, but this one I could definitely appreciate – clear, truthful, and a message that we women can all relate to, despite the details of our particular relationsips or bodies.
(And by the way, 3 cheers for non-finicky lovers!!)
Courage…you are brave and strong, your armor is being polished and made ready for your day.
The blood…an outward sign just as powerful as a slit you each would make and rub together.
You are faithful and committed
smile to yourself for these things.
xxxd
Courage…you are brave and strong, your armor is being polished and made ready for your day.
The blood…an outward sign just as powerful as a slit you each would make and rub together.
You are faithful and committed
smile to yourself for these things.
xxxd
well, yes, yes, yes.
this is so in the money, baby, and speaks volumes to all of us.
i feel, see, smell all of this as i read it, i really do.
i love the raw, primal, female energy which ours from these words.
i actually don’t know what to say. so i will sill say it when i see you today.
i REALLY love this. (and you’re ok, i s’pose)
xxx
well, yes, yes, yes.
this is so in the money, baby, and speaks volumes to all of us.
i feel, see, smell all of this as i read it, i really do.
i love the raw, primal, female energy which ours from these words.
i actually don’t know what to say. so i will sill say it when i see you today.
i REALLY love this. (and you’re ok, i s’pose)
xxx
BIG lump in my throat……
Beautiful words, raw sensual imagery….
Thank you for sharing an intimate part of your heart, your soul.
{{{HUGS}}}
BIG lump in my throat……
Beautiful words, raw sensual imagery….
Thank you for sharing an intimate part of your heart, your soul.
{{{HUGS}}}
wow. raw, intimate, thought-provoking.
wow. raw, intimate, thought-provoking.
Your book is going to be so powerful, Susannah.
You have a way of painting the details in your words; they reveal to us yet another of the myriad layers of your relationship. I so admire your fearlessness in staying in the first person–I’m sure that scraping the wound each time I set pen to paper would send me scurrying for the protection of the third person.
I feel your love; your longing and emptiness are palpable. I am in awe…
Your book is going to be so powerful, Susannah.
You have a way of painting the details in your words; they reveal to us yet another of the myriad layers of your relationship. I so admire your fearlessness in staying in the first person–I’m sure that scraping the wound each time I set pen to paper would send me scurrying for the protection of the third person.
I feel your love; your longing and emptiness are palpable. I am in awe…
There is no reason to ever apologize for this kind of honesty. It is REAL. It is why I come here. Thank you…
:)
There is no reason to ever apologize for this kind of honesty. It is REAL. It is why I come here. Thank you…
:)
…i am speechless by the raw, powerful beauty of this piece…
…i am speechless by the raw, powerful beauty of this piece…
A most beautiful intermingling of love and pain.
A most beautiful intermingling of love and pain.
Wow. Raw and so full. I could see the color and feel the emotion and more than that I think I understand you (and your grief) in a way that I didn’t and maybe couldn’t before.
Wow. Raw and so full. I could see the color and feel the emotion and more than that I think I understand you (and your grief) in a way that I didn’t and maybe couldn’t before.
Susannah,
Delicious, succulent.
Sublime imagery, hypnotising in it’s bluntness.
Can it be improved? Maybe, but no need!
rel
Susannah,
Delicious, succulent.
Sublime imagery, hypnotising in it’s bluntness.
Can it be improved? Maybe, but no need!
rel
I love how you write about the most intimate parts of love. It brings your love and lays it at our feet. Your book will be amazing :)
I love how you write about the most intimate parts of love. It brings your love and lays it at our feet. Your book will be amazing :)
never apologize for your art… glad that you have a gift to release for your grief; but sorry that the grief is so deep.
http://ascenderrisesabove.com/wordpress/
never apologize for your art… glad that you have a gift to release for your grief; but sorry that the grief is so deep.
http://ascenderrisesabove.com/wordpress/
This is powerful, beautiful, sad, and courageous…just like you my dear. I am always in awe of your mastery over the words..,amazing.
…for the nineteenth time…my dear friend, I am so sorry. I can only imaging the weight of that. It never leaves does it, it just changes shape and texture from day to day.
Sending you love, and a package is on it’s way to you!
XOX
This is powerful, beautiful, sad, and courageous…just like you my dear. I am always in awe of your mastery over the words..,amazing.
…for the nineteenth time…my dear friend, I am so sorry. I can only imaging the weight of that. It never leaves does it, it just changes shape and texture from day to day.
Sending you love, and a package is on it’s way to you!
XOX
That is one of the most beautifully open and honest poems I’ve ever run across. You should be proud of yourself on every level :)
That is one of the most beautifully open and honest poems I’ve ever run across. You should be proud of yourself on every level :)
i’ve come back to this poem several times over the last few days.
you take my breath (and my words) away.
i’ve come back to this poem several times over the last few days.
you take my breath (and my words) away.
Wow! This is an amazing poem, Susannah. Thank you for sharing it.
Wow! This is an amazing poem, Susannah. Thank you for sharing it.
You take my breath away -
and fill me up again.
You take my breath away -
and fill me up again.
Susannah — a definite keeper. Very many thanks for sharing. All best, Nic
Susannah — a definite keeper. Very many thanks for sharing. All best, Nic
I like (am moved by) the motif of relearning the unacceptable month after month. You know it, the facts, the details, but you’ll maybe never know it.
I like (am moved by) the motif of relearning the unacceptable month after month. You know it, the facts, the details, but you’ll maybe never know it.
…tender …intimate…
yes.
…tender …intimate…
yes.