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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a vase that shattered and your life may fall to pieces or that is what I come away from this poem with the feeling of brokenness and in your search for love your wanting more reaching out it is a very common feeling amounts us humans to have such feeling and want someone to love us for who we are. Sharing Life and limb together it would mean the world to me to find that kind of love once again. But like a fool I avoid love all together and let no hurt in.

Posted 4 Months Ago


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I envy you that you can ask for unfiltered feedback. As if to say; Here I am. Try to put me in a box!!
You didn’t describe the vase. Unsure if it fits in palm of hand or barely fits through a doorway. Is it functional or decorative? Is it painted, ornate, transparent or translucent? (So I get the vase is a metaphor for a person – good job). You did describe the vase with an apparent face and heartbeat. Which is having a relationship with something that has hands (stands out as their primary feature). These hands; held, shook and broke the vase (vase’s tummy churned from the words spoken). I would conclude you (the vase) are a victim of domestic violence. The mention of seasons, I would conclude it takes a season to heal each time. The beginning mentions nightmare, I would conclude you are unwilling or unable to leave (another reason the image of a vase – that doesn’t have legs to allow for an escape)


Posted 4 Months Ago


a vase that shattered and your life may fall to pieces or that is what I come away from this poem with the feeling of brokenness and in your search for love your wanting more reaching out it is a very common feeling amounts us humans to have such feeling and want someone to love us for who we are. Sharing Life and limb together it would mean the world to me to find that kind of love once again. But like a fool I avoid love all together and let no hurt in.

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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 5 Months 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 6 Months 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 7 Months Ago


Livana Lowell

7 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
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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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