Stuck In The Muddle

Stuck In The Muddle

A Poem by The Psycho-delic Poetess





I dread reasoning through life
Without the hindrance of your air
Tickling my lobe
Carrying trinkets of that dewy dross
That splutters wet nothings 
Into my canal
And that moment 
When caution dampens
As thoughts are swaddled and coddled
Swallowed
By alluvial fibers woven in your lungs
So enmeshed in breaths, I rest
Upon your lips
And let the waft carry me 
To dire
Mired 
Stupidity


When words are forged
By the solidity of such sludge
How could I think to converse
Or worse
To teach the things
Life brings
Through lessons unheard
But felt by the felt in your throat?
You’d gloat (And maybe do
When I am throwing stones away)
But the day 
Is short
And the muck is thick
You stacked and packed against my tongue
Leaving my voice (by choice)with this…
Subtle
Muddled
Slur


Or churr
Whichever you prefer
I’d hate to mistake a sound so profound
You twisted around my uvula 
So as to cough these soft forget-ME-knots
And think only of YOU 
And that thing that you do
When you take my clean and make it silt
Then tilt 
What you spilt 
And contemplate
If there’s even enough of me you see
To contaminate
So I pour a little more into your cup
(Because your happy is my happy
And all that’s sappy)
Desperate to believe that we’ll achieve this…
Undefiled
Worthwhile
Transcendence 








 


© 2011 The Psycho-delic Poetess



Author's Note

The Psycho-delic Poetess
And I quote: "Do not be misled. Bad association spoils useful habits."

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you know I adore the critical thinking aspect that went into this so divinely threaded through iconic ironic eye of the human needle~ here we have the goddess crafting tongue in circumstance that would leave others mute~ you are the cathartic divinitator of the psyche~ the decisive queen of the heart in splintered effigy stroking the mind~

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Razor sharp enough to slice the unwary mind... simply masterful. Preserving one's sanity can be as simple as cutting loose of those millstones around our neck, or else we clutch fiery coals to our chest and complain of being burned...

Posted 6 Years Ago


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well, i gotta tell ya, if it comes to a choice between 'dire Mired Stupidity' and 'Undefiled
Worthwhile Transcendence', with maybe a little 'your happy is my happy' thrown in, it's a no-brainer

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Shawn..greetings! You were missed..but it seems the time away was given you a create boom..this is rhythmic bliss..you always had a tantalising way of phrasing but you have out done yourself here..magical..

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nice

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i f*****g love this, superb.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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I've missed your writing Shawn. Good to see you're posting again.
The opening lines of this poem play a kind of hurtful tune on the ol' heart-strings... I often wonder why loving people has to be so damn hard.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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So, first: Oh thank god she's back! Now on to the poem: we're definitely not worthy. The wordplay here is divine. The rhythms, the rhymes and all with a bit of acerbic wit while maintaining a very contemplative and cathartic tone. Shawn, this may be one of my favorites!

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Brilliant, poignant and visceral. When someone has done you wrong, the only thing left to do is cut the ties that bind.
"You twisted around my uvula
So as to cough these soft forget-ME-knots"

Good to see you back! :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


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your words float like a fallen leaf that is learning to fly as it drifts in this grace-filled atmosphere of honesty, words that pulse in the chambers of a hopeful heart , eyes to the rays of light that radiate in your transcendence .

Posted 6 Years Ago


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ohhhhh she's BACK! I loved your other piece- but this is the Shawn we know - the silky word plays - the vocabulary - and spinning twirling imagery!! love - "By alluvial fibers woven in your lungs
So enmeshed in breaths, I rest
Upon your lips" and "You’d gloat (And maybe do
When I am throwing stones away)
But the day
Is short
And the muck is thick
You stacked and packed against my tongue" - the rhymes - the twists and word plays - all is brilliant - a powerful voice in this one - sharp - needle sharp and critical - and the pace is slow and soft - lingering - which only makes it more powerful in my opinion - loved it!

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