Outpouring

"Weeping Woman" by Pablo Picasso, 1937

Outpouring 

crossing my intention with remiss a

damp chill seeks out the marrow .....

bone words                   

lavender, beige,            mint and  

Lebanon cedar

sea salts and

frankincense.

things of Egypt                    things of tombs

like cinder blocked, bare knuckled ......buckled and strapped

scratching behind walls

time swallows hard to keep it down

our eye lashes flutter and ripple the oceans

our skin lays chard in clumps across the floor

flight paths of attempted escapes 

crisscrossed contrails of bloody pulp

orange peeled entrails, 

agent orange burnt eyes 

smells never forgotten

always unspoken.

this weeping

this outpouring

3/22/24

E.

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

This very poignant poem could speak of any war, ; you use the word "agent orange" which i believe is from the Vietnam War....it doesn't matter which one... war is tragic and leaves those who survive it with many physical and mental problems.... your words are so perfect to portray war and its after effects....very strong and demanding of read..."flight paths of attempted escapes", and so many more descriptive phrases to show us that we will never forget....
Warmly, B

[Einstein Noodle]

yes, Ms. Betty ... you hit the nail, as is said .. thank you so much for the thoughtful read and review
E.

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome E.
Warmly
B.

[June bug]

I have always been fascinated with Egypt and all of their tombs and other things.
I can feel this write, very well written write you have penned.

[Einstein Noodle]

thank you for stopping by to read and review ... yes .. i am with you about all things Egypt of the past ... so much mystery and cultivation of a highly organized and successful society ... thank you again for taking time .. i appreciate your feedback
E.

[Relic]

These are hard words that seem like remnants of history and all the nightmares the past - maybe experiences - it brings. Small petty things are put into microscopic focus. Nights are danger zones.

This is scary.

[Einstein Noodle]

thank you for taking time Relic ... your impressions and reactions are always important to me .. peace and love my friend
E.

[Soren]

Outrage, travesty, atrocity, obesity, insanity. Disgust, mistrust, world lust. Broken pieces gathered together, pieced together into a Frankenstein monstrosity. Nothing makes sense, least of all logic, only feelings remain. A wonderful write Einstein.

[Einstein Noodle]

thank you Soren .. i don't know what to say after such a generous outpouring of your sensitive read on this ... much appreciated and truly humbled by your review .. thanks again!
E.

[Pryde Foltz]

This is some powerful and masterful writing. The imagery is so on point and layered. Thank you for writing this.

[Einstein Noodle]

thank you Pryde ... i means a whole lot that something i wrote struck you in such a way .. God bless and keep us all

[Lydia Shutter]

Sounds like a bad case of PTSD! Perhaps a soldier who has seen combat and seen comrades badly injured and killed. Impossible to "unsee" that sort of tragedy. Every bit of the scene...the smells, the sights, the sounds...stays with a person. E, this is a powerful write. Love the Picasso artwork. Lydi**

[Einstein Noodle]

yes! i too really like the "Weeping Woman" ... always so happy to have your visits and reviews, Lydi .. it's important to me :)
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest E... we have tall Cedars of Lebanon surrounding the back yard of our Home built in 1988. We feel the shadows of Biblical words. An Old Cherry Tree blooms each Spring long before our Crepe Myrtle Trees. Ancient memories seem to fill our Soul with Sadness as the Wind whispers to the Weeping Willow. We lay our Head on the Pillow of Discontent as Time becomes our Savior. Mourning has Broken like the First Mourning Black Bird is singing like the First Bird (a Song sung by Cat Stevens, Your Poetry has the sound of Violins. Softly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

Pat! .... i think you have felt to brunt of this poem .. i always love the way you use your words in reviews .. they always point me to this miraculous world created ... thank you for taking time
E.

[Poetic Beauty]

War with all the destruction that go with it. It causes trauma and can leave lasting inflictions on the mind. Sometimes smells or even colors can conjure up memories we’d like to leave behind.

[Einstein Noodle]

war is just as you say, says i! ... scenes that will never be unseen ... and gone unnoticed every day in the streets and alleys and sordid hidden places
:( ....
E.

[Poetic Beauty]

Many veterans suffer from ptsd and years ago they didn’t even know about it.

[Chris Shaw]

Yes, an outpouring here of emotion. It didn’t feel good. Scents and colours from the past can haunt.

flight paths of attempted escapes and chard skin speak to me of pain. As does the title of your poem and the posted artwork. Dear Mr E, life isn’t always a bed of roses. I felt some mighty sharp thorns here.

Chris

[Einstein Noodle]

no ... doesn't feel good at all my friend ... thank you for your sensitivity and taking time here on my little streets ... at the Cafe' ;) love and cherry blossoms my friend
E.

[Chris Shaw]

Aw, those cherry blossoms always bring on a smile:) Take care my friend.

[Ken Simm.]

Definitely an emotional outpouring. And have you been looking in my bathroom cabinets. Scaringly lovely.

[Einstein Noodle]

errrrrrrr ... not creeping around that loo my friend :)))))) much appreciation for your read and review .. as always .............................
E.