To Know

To Know

A Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

that moment when you know

beyond knowing --

            sharp right at the last stop,

            turn down a dead end street,

and suddenly you are that girl

 

            the one that fed on phony words,

            as though they were god-nectar

            dripped down from a crack in the floor

                        of nirvana

 

that instant when the Bougainvillea  bites back,

and there is blood on your thumb and forefinger,

on your white dress -- the gown of a ghost,

            not the robe of a saint

 

no church bells toll for you, only funeral dirges

played on out-of-tune pipe organs,

            mocking your mistakes

 

            because you fell for it again, like a child

            who wonders at the same magic trick

            ten times and doesn’t catch the right angle

 

and now you know how it feels --

and now you understand why flowers begin to die

            as soon as they are cut,

            no matter how many chemicals

            you add to the water

© 2013 Girl Friday (Sarah W.)


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Brilliant. That last line is such a splendid metaphor for that thing that isn't quite love...

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

Thank you, my friend...you are always such a deep reader; I am glad you see what you do in my writin.. read more
A amazing use of words. The description took the reader to the reality of life. You create many visions of many things to make your point in the poem. So many lines stood out in the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

Thank you so very much, my friend!
No church bells, only funeral dirges...
Sweep my mind.
Waiting for the last of the withered walls to tumble down.
It blinks.
Inside my head.
Flashing slower and slower until I'm no longer there.


Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much for the kind review.
I wonder how many people feel this emotion and feels there is no return
or if you have been made a fool of again a great write enjoyed the read

Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

Thank you, glad you could relate :)
 wordman

9 Years Ago

your welcome glad you wrote it where I could relate
Big words at the start but in the end you cut to the Heart. Love at the end is a rip of personal pedestals we tip over exposing our wasted potentials .

Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much for the review.
Love the second stanza. Great work again

Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

Thank you, my friend! Glad you liked this one.
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wow...profound stuff...superbly done hun :) x

Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much!
To be honest I am not really into poems because most of the writers have their own way of thinking and I am not a mind reader, but poems are for open interpretation and thats a rule. So here is mine.

The character in the poem is saying that no matter how much makeup she wears, she knows is going to give her wrinkles.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

Haha Funny...but no...lol I do appreciate you taking the time to review, though.
This sounds like you're about ready to move in to the old motel down the street. The with the flickering neon sign and the vending machine that only works part of the time. The one with the seedy desk clerk in the T-shirt with gravy stains on it who continues to watch the TV in the back room as you bang the hell out of the bell on the counter. One good thing though... the rent's as cheap as the bedding and furniture imply it should be. Some tips though: don't trust "housekeeping" (keep your good stuff with you - always), don't accept rooms next to the pool (earthquake water tsunami), always check under the bed and in the closet and never, never leave food crumbs on the night stand overnight; the roaches are... huge. Oh, nice poem BTW. :) [P.S. You get a 100 for big dismal boo boos.]

Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

You've lost me, my friend...lol I'm going to say thank you, just in case you were being complimenta.. read more
Ufi Auttorri ~ UfoAuthor

9 Years Ago

Of course it was complimentary. Anytime something one writes can evoke that sort of insanity it cou.. read more
I feel like this is ready for publishing.

"the one that fed on phony words,
as though they were god-nectar
dripped down from a crack in the floor
of nirvana"
"and there is blood on your thumb and forefinger,
on your white dress -- the gown of a ghost,
not the robe of a saint"

"out-of-tune pipe organs,"

and on and on I really liked the poem.

And what a way to end it!

"no matter how many chemicals
you add to the water"

Thank you for sharing.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much, Jennifer...actually it is funny that you wrote this, because I just got word that.. read more
JenniferMarie

9 Years Ago

Wonderful news Sarah! Wishing you much success. Writers help the world slow down and reflect on life.. read more

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