Juxtaposition

Juxtaposition

A Poem by Livana Lowell

I keep having nightmares about us

that I become a vase

with a shiny and blushful face

cheeks as plump as plums

red as strawberries

but as still and static as I am

my heart still beats like a drum

because with firm, foundation-like hands

you grasp my bottom and

hold me as my column

but you can speak and your words

make my tummy come alive with churning

but also a sort of yearning.

Then somehow you wobble and rock

and I fall over you.

I shatter

and with one eye watch pieces scatter

Then I die as a leaf would as it had fallen from a tree

on a sullen, autumn evening.

I die as a plant who was crushed by wild, winter winds

sadly, naturally, but gratefully

because it was good to be held by you for a minute

than to never experience the whirl of romance.


Then in the middle of the night I wake

with sweat drizzled on my face

my heart shuddering with fear.

My fall heavy on my tongue,

and my body flinching for when I should break.


© 2016 Livana Lowell



Author's Note

Livana Lowell
Sooooo, I'm dating someone and I'm such an anxious person. I sometimes become gripped with all kinds of fears like being stuck, falling and him possibly breaking my heart, and stuff like that. I recognize these fears are probably normal, but I wanted to capture the experience. I think it still needs a bit of work. The end is not how I want it. Let me know what you think though. I do not have actual nightmares about this sort of thing, I just used a nightmare as an exaggerated symbol of my fears.

Thanks for reading and have a great day!

Yay December 2016 Nominee of a poetry contest on CosmoFunnel

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This is a brilliantly conceived & written piece! I love the way you compare the fragile feelings to being a vase, stretching this metaphor for several miles, all well done with graphic sensations conveyed thru-out. The other thing I love is that every single word is original -- many surprising ways to describe a very familiar feeling for most of us. I love the comparisons to autumn & winter, intriguing as to what these might symbolize (waning love? the end of things? a barren season for love?) Excellent imagery using all the senses.

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Brilliant. Your writing conveys a very intense and vivid mood. You have drawn some beautiful images in this and I like the loose form you have chosen.
Very well done.
Regards,
Alan

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a brilliantly conceived & written piece! I love the way you compare the fragile feelings to being a vase, stretching this metaphor for several miles, all well done with graphic sensations conveyed thru-out. The other thing I love is that every single word is original -- many surprising ways to describe a very familiar feeling for most of us. I love the comparisons to autumn & winter, intriguing as to what these might symbolize (waning love? the end of things? a barren season for love?) Excellent imagery using all the senses.

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i did this for years...nightmares about people i was with because one person had broken my trust so badly, i couldn't trust anyone else...and instead of waiting for the other shoe to drop...i laced mine up tightly and ran.

i felt this piece...it is raw and real.

j.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Livana Lowell

2 Months Ago

That's the interesting thing about really liking someone though, you kind of brace those fears becau.. read more

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Added on November 15, 2016
Last Updated on December 30, 2016
Tags: love, relationships, trust, dreams, nightmares, midnight

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Livana Lowell
Livana Lowell

Huntsville, TX



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Sooo, hello guys! Not much to say about me. I've been a writer since I was in kindergarten. I used to write stories about dinosaurs surviving the meteor (my favorites ones usually lived) because I had.. more..

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