Holes

The hole in the tree had a empty whiskey bottle in it, with just a little dirt settled into the bottom...poetry inspired by "Bitten" movies series.

My soul wants to believe that just because I've heard

 those words

that they somehow must be for me.

Look at me.

could anyone love me like this?

My ankles and calves as thick as my mothers

they stack upon sensible shoes, shoes made for walking

a great distance and never going anywhere

like an old plow horse cutting black lines in the rich dirt.

Every time a love fails me

I find another something furry to love

to know that word loyalty

the way I do.

Until I don't 

anymore,

and it goes away after a time

these things I fill the soil with,

these things I have loved and buried

like the hope that bares its wings 

in the rose light of dawn

I miss them

over and over again

these things I have sowed in the holes 

I feel and filled.

Look at me,

I've dirt beneath my nails

and mounds and mounds

around me

at one with the pack.

Could you love me like that?

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, i believe one could love you like that.
this is a wonderful allegory to the idea of getting down and dirty in love...to be in the trenches and dig to make love work...knowing it isn't all sterile beauty...but ugly good when worked at...blue collar.
excellent write, Corset.
j.

[Corset]

thank you jacob

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Corset... we need to find comfort in being loved like the
Velveteen Rabbit that was loved so much, the lustre was gone.
We are like eternal flowers painted into a Masterpiece. Your pen is very touching
and like a Sunrise on Easter morning with a touch of lavender and Myrr.... with
prayers and rejoicing for a new day full of hope and healing. truly, Pat

[Corset]

What a lovely Picture Pat and what a wonderful review. Till the luster was gone doesn't sound very good either, a happy in-between would work nicely though :D I hope your Easter was Magical!

[Patricia Wedel]

Corset... The Velveteen Rabbit is the dearest story for children and even adults. Perhaps I did not portray the story so well. To me it also means that as we age... we may have faded a bit because we were loved so much. But then you may be much younger than me. It is lovely to be young at heart. truly, Pat

[Corset]

I have to find and read it, but I get it :D I hope all your lustre wears off too lol, :D:D:D:D:D:D

[Li]

I feel this...so well expressed.
Great work!

[Corset]

Thank you Li, for stopping by and for your comments.

[Li]

My pleasure :)

[Einstein Noodle]

wow! reading this bleeds me ol' heart, Corset ... well done ... wonderful use of the language says i! ..character sharply defined and i feel as though i know her ... want to tell her she's the cat's meow :) i haven't watched the series "Bitten" but your poem reminds me of Jack Nicholson/Michelle Pfeiffer movie "Wolf" ... great stuff .. like your poem ... you sure painted it well ... very emotive for me! love the metaphors of dirt and holes .. very cool!
E.
ps. did you actually find a bottle of old whiskey in the tree?

[Corset]

I sure did, took a picture of it as you can see, nothing in the bottle but dirt, if you knew the lore , you'd be sitting wide eyed like me :D Thank you for stopping in Mr. Noodle :D

[Einstein Noodle]

i just now looked at the pic! i don't think i would stick my hand in there ;-O ...is the lore your talking about of finding the bottle as well as with "Bitten"? ..are they connected? or stand alone?

[Corset]

lol, you've heard that old adage haven't you? "once bitten twice shy?" I was scared as hell to put my hand in there lol, but there was something shiny in there that looked like kitten eyes, I was even more surprised to find the bottle that was a premonition of someone dear.

[Einstein Noodle]

ah! bold you are ... hope your premonition was and remains positive for you and your friend

[Corset]

I imagine they don't even remember it now, but I got a good shock from it as it was years later. Hope you had a happy Easter.

[Einstein Noodle]

pretty cool! quite amazing actually

[Crosby Idasa]

Yes, you can get love just the way you are. Nice poem

[Corset]

Thank you Crosby :D

[Crosby Idasa]

Welcome. Corset

[light and ashes]

I think this is beautiful and goes a lot deeper than it seems to on the surface. Holes represent hope. They are an open space where we can plant our dreams and hope that they spring up into reality, genius.

[Corset]

I loved reading your "take home" on this , Thank you !

[light and ashes]

You're welcome! :)