Horrid

This is a poem I wrote when I was in my late twenties.

"with the stranger's seed blooming
into the flower called Horrid.

I walk in a yellow dress
and a white pocketbook stuffed with cigarettes,
enough pills, my wallet, my keys,
and being twenty-eight, or is it forty-five?
I walk. I walk." -Anne Sexton, 45 Mercy Street


Horrid

an aria
you know
when that single song
keeps going inside

it wrings through
it wears out
bleeds a little
just for the pity of it

violins, too
rainstorm cliches
you name it
sadly
tritely

unbearably simple
like being impaled 
by a steel pole

hanging in there 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

how ironic, "being impaled by a steel pole/ hanging in there" and hanging on it.

that single song, that haunting song that we just can't get out of our head and can't quit singing.

like the concise lines, the tight style...

and also like the sexton bit...one of the two, besides plath, i did my masters thesis on...

good stuff, Aria...

jacob

[aria]

Thanks Jacob. I love Sexton. I love the bit above about "enough pills". It's sort of understated, and yet so aggressive at the same time. Does that make sense?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, it does.

[zainul]

Lovely write.
Expressed your feeling so nicely.
Love the lines:
"bleeds a little
just for the pity of it"

[aria]

Thanks. Those are my favorite lines as well.

[zainul]

You are most welcome,lovely poet.:)

[Horizons]

Nice write, it's so beautifully penned. I think you were emotional a bit when you were writing this piece right from the heart because some drops of tears' always brings on the face whenever a human or any living memorizes the past time that always moves on... i liked how you converted your depth of the feelings into the poem... it's so smooth even i read it twice a time. Starting as well as en ending both're so nice and well pointed on the title on which you wanted to write your words. I felt here love, beauty, emotions, purity of your soul, your heart that wanted to do everything to feel the beauty of nature in the life what a life brought for you to live your freedom and so on. Loved this piece. Nicely penned. Once again you just flattered me by your words. Brilliant job!

[aria]

Thank you for what you say here.

[Dr. Wood ?]

too clever for the likes of me..but enthralling nonetheless

[aria]

Thank you?

[Tina Kline]

A great poem. Very creatively done.

[aria]

Thank you. I appreciate you stopping by!

[quinfinn]

i don't know whether to play tetherball or summon Vlad the impaler.....this is very clever!

[aria]

Um. . . thanks? :)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

A haunting write...I see moments of greatness in your words. The concept is a bit cryptic for my liking, but I can forgive that in terms of thinking metaphorically. The last line, though, troubles me a little...I just feel like you could have stretched farther than "hanging in there" after writing the previous stanza which desperately sang of imagery that was stark, gritty and tangible. Overall, though, pretty well done.

[aria]

Aw. I'm sorry you don't like the "hanging in there" part. I guess it does kind of evoke images of a kitten on a wall poster in some office or classroom. Perhaps I'm not as clever as I'd like to think I am. Thanks for the read anyway!

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

It was only one line, that rest was fabulous...I just think that last line sort of detracts. I don't know, maybe if it was connected to the previous stanza in some way, so that it flowed into it instead of being so stark and "out there", you know? Anyway...this is like one stray leaf floating in an otherwise clear pond.