The White Dress

The White Dress

A Poem by Hailey Juliet James
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Before I die , , ,

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Buried in white, I just might
Be married one day, one way
Or another, I'll be a mother
To a daughter and a son, just one
Year to live, I would give
My left leg, I won't beg
This cancer, I've found my answer
In a pale white dress, I confess
Before I conceive, I believe
I have one limb, less than him,
My dear spouse, I'm like Faust
I don't sleep, the clouds weep
Precipitation, infatuation
With forever rests, corset crushing my breasts
Underneath, a Christmas wreath
My last year, I don't fear
Eternity, but posterity,
Not yet nostalgic, I'm allergic
To nickel, not dime, almost time
To get up for the day, I did say
I can't breathe, I'm relieved
To undo my brassiere, yes, I hear
He came home, I'm not alone
When I pray, let this day
Last forever, no, I never
Held an Infant in my hands, no demands
Or requests, I digress
From my body, so shoddy, 
This vehicle I drive, I'm alive
For one more minute, I'll finish it
With a bang, as you sang
Me to sleep, you're a creep
When you smile, in a while
I'll be dead, in your head
You won't miss me, I'll empty
My blood, like the flood
In our basement, I paid the rent
For this flesh, all the mesh
Up my leg, holey bag
That couldn't hold, I should fold,
It is complete, I repeat
Myself again, and again
My twisted bra straps, oh perhaps
This is annoying, I'm employing
My emptiness, and this white dress
Has turned black, just a crack
In the pavement, and the payment
For my headstone, I lay prone
On the floor, by the door
There's a blade, the bed is made
When I return, How I yearn
To exact my revenge, and avenge
my unborn son, the only one
That this vendetta, on this letter
Head my name, just the same
As my daughter, it gets hotter
Beneath this dress, and my chest
Is caving in, I'm wading in
Past my waist, don't make haste
To retire, I perspire
From the heat, and my feet,
Rather, my foot, I should put
This all to rest, for the best 
Of me is dead, now it's red,
This white dress, I confess 
I'm a mess.

© 2016 Hailey Juliet James



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Well you started in 4th gear and never let up. I understand your process completely. Some times our emotional bank is firing into our brain rapid fire causing us to be washed in our feelings. The fact that you were able to put everything on paper and have it hit the reader in the face is incredible.
This is what poetry is about. Not just to push the envelope but sometimes to rip it open, shove it across the table and dare to be defied. Your poem is captivating, forcing the reader to dance at 90 mph or be left behind. I enjoyed it very much.
Richie.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hailey Juliet James

1 Year Ago

Thank so much Richie, I really loved what you said and your comments mean alot me! Very much apprec.. read more



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This took my breathe away, it kept me reading although it is long. I love it. Keep it up.

Posted 1 Year Ago


I like the story that the poem tells, but the way it's written kind of threw me off. I didn't really know where one sentence began and the other ended. I think it may have been a bit better if it were written as simply a short story instead of a poem.

Posted 1 Year Ago


My emptiness, and this white dress
Has turned black, just a crack.....
Waoooo...that's amazing...I just really loved it...keep up dear...

Posted 1 Year Ago


Well done, Hailey! I have no criticism. The work is rich and emotional, keeping the reader on his toes and never letting him rest. But I must say again, it is rich. So, so rich. The tone is so powerful and calm in such a terrifying moment that the irony adds a rather dark quality to the piece. I love it.

Posted 1 Year Ago


When all these words make beautiful deep piece. I am on my knees. With admiration of humble poet soul. I like this first lines about motherhood. Very gently and powerful. I feel happy. Thanks

Posted 1 Year Ago


The piece is black with despair and sarcasm, yet you make it very human, very relatable.

The poem is not kidding around, it is death serious. It makes the human condition painfully obvious and up close & personal.

The dress is both symbolic and very real.

Well done.

Posted 1 Year Ago


I follow about 75% of this message & that part is well written & hard hitting & original sounding. The other part doesn't really appeal to me. I'm not a fan of the short choppy lines & the frequent rhymes that sometimes feel forced to me. I accept if this is a style you want to write in, everyone likes to stretch the envelope & capture it however it comes out. If I were posting this, however, I would delete the 25% that's rambling & unclear becuz it would strengthen the 75% that's clear & powerful. One of the hardest lessons in writing that really stands out is to sacrifice the parts you feel are artfully put together, but it doesn't really belong or further the message.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Heart touching write and wonderfully phrased...:')

Posted 1 Year Ago



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Hailey Juliet James
Hailey Juliet James

Gatineau, Québec, Canada



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Mostly misunderstood, sometimes I speak. I'm not soft, but malleable? Maybe. . . Time-bomb, twenty-something, true-north. more..

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