To Know

that moment when you know

beyond knowing --

            sharp right at the last stop,

            turn down a dead end street,

and suddenly you are that girl

 

            the one that fed on phony words,

            as though they were god-nectar

            dripped down from a crack in the floor

                        of nirvana

 

that instant when the Bougainvillea  bites back,

and there is blood on your thumb and forefinger,

on your white dress -- the gown of a ghost,

            not the robe of a saint

 

no church bells toll for you, only funeral dirges

played on out-of-tune pipe organs,

            mocking your mistakes

 

            because you fell for it again, like a child

            who wonders at the same magic trick

            ten times and doesn’t catch the right angle

 

and now you know how it feels --

and now you understand why flowers begin to die

            as soon as they are cut,

            no matter how many chemicals

            you add to the water

Reviews

[Souladareatease]

Truth within souls are never truly seen till many moments spent-the quiet and the obnoxiously loud ones--that road and good intentions...that's where You see the flaws start to surface...trust is a cruel and bitter Mistress -but She only proves that somewhere upon sometime is one worthy-Never grow hard-only more aware.
Sadly Beautiful Dear Friday-no matter how wrong about Yourself You may feel from such things-a fall is Your spirit of spring not naivety ... You Pen the feelings Perfectly

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so very much, my friend...I always look forward to your words!

[Souladareatease]

As I Yours--still soaking them up ;)

[London's Lily]

This was a very enjoyable read in spite of the stinging lesson of which it speaks - I like your style of writing in this piece. And, as many of us sadly can, I found I could relate.
My favorite part...
because you fell for it again, like a child
who wonders at the same magic trick
ten times and doesn’t catch the right angle
...struck a chord, and I love how the italics are perfectly placed, it's the perfect emphasis. Great poem. :)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so very much, your words are humbling!

[London's Lily]

You're most welcome :)

[Frieda P]

Holy Friday....I feel as though you wrote this one for my silly head. And even though we 'know', we fall for it again & again. Remarkably stupid are we sometimes...

he one that fed on phony words,
as though they were god-nectar
dripped down from a crack in the floor
of nirvana

God-nectar, so so true, precisely hit the nail on the head, outstanding!

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, Frieda...I am both happy and sad you can relate to this one; at least we aren't alone, huh? :)

[Frieda P]

No, in good company at least ha.... I'll drink to that. ;-)

[SyberRose]

A beautiful and heartfelt write Sarah...love can feel like butterflies in the stomach or a dagger in the heart,
until the next time...skillfully penned as always...Rose:)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, Rose!

[DJ]

"and now you know how it feels --
and now you understand why flowers begin to die
as soon as they are cut,
no matter how many chemicals
you add to the water"
Wonderfully written! I was glued from beginning to end. Thank you for another great read my friend, you certainly have a wonderful gift for words.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

You are so very kind...thank you!

[Rebecca Buller]

"...because you fell for it again, like a child
who wonders at the same magic trick
ten times and doesn't catch the right angle..."

Something very deep spoke to me in this poem. I can't explain it, but this one was simply...wow. I'm adding it to my favorites, GF:)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so very much, Rebecca...it was written in a frenzy, probably because it felt so real to me at the time I was putting pen to paper.

[Rebecca Buller]

Well, I think it's one of your finest pieces:-)

[Tarry Franck]

and now you know how it feels --
and now you understand why flowers begin to die
as soon as they are cut,
no matter how many chemicals
you add to the water

Loved the whole poem but this really touched me. Great job

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, Tarry!

[Tarry Franck]

my pleasure

[Horizon K.]

The moment you realize a love is an illusion, or perhaps it was a lie, no matter who did the lying... When that realization does set in, how utterly devoid the world feels, lost down the wrong road, the gown of a ghost, an unsaveable flower, having been cut... Love the metaphors in this piece Sarah, brilliantly drawing me right into this devastated mood...

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, my friend!

[Dana Alsamsam]

"and now you understand why flowers begin to die
as soon as they are cut,
no matter how many chemicals
you add to the water"

my goodness sarah this piece is incredible. beautiful and dark and everything i like in a piece of poetry. i've felt this hurt before and the emotions rung true in this. saving it in the library to read again. not much to say other than lovely work!

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I'm glad you can relate...only in that I am glad I am not alone. You humble me with your kind words, Dana!

[wunder]

~"no church bells toll for you, only funeral dirges
played on out-of-tune pipe organs,
mocking your mistakes
because you fell for it again, like a child
who wonders at the same magic trick
ten times and doesn’t catch the right angle"~Wonderful!~(of coarse)~ :)

~always you have such introspection and inner awareness of being-of
humane nature-(the way 'we' are) shows so well through your words~ :))
~(i'm sure i have said such before - but it is true...Excellent)~

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so very much, James!

[wunder]

~welcome~ :-)