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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This was so very sad my friend. Pain of the heart affects us all in different ways, but we do have one thing in common, regardless of how it hurts, it still hurts. Your poem tonight reveals this pain in a surreal way, falling as blood from fingertips, dying like a cut flower, pain. I can feel it in your words and I understand.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

Thank you, my friend. Your words are always a bright light at the end of a dark tunnel :)
This is creative and fascinating how you portray the sudden awakening of the subject, when she realizes she has been wasting her time and precious love on such an individual and accordingly sends him packing, along with his true character pedigree !

Quality write & read !

Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

Thank you so very much, Tom!
'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'

A heartfelt write, so fitting to the nostalgic feeling of regret.
No matter how many times we swear we'll never do it again - we still do.

You can make anything beautiful. Great write, my friend.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

Yes we do...beyond all judgement. Thank you, Lola!
Once again you've done well in expressing with cunning the lessons that we learn in life, and sometimes how it takes many mistakes, or misinterpretations to finally understand fully those same lessons. It's not always a clear path to evolution but a passage over unforgiving country, like traversing ledges on the side of a mountain, painfully and frightfully fighting to reach the summit. You are right though, some flowers have thorns and others fall limp before they can be truly appreciated, but it's not the flowers fault that it is beautiful, only that it was grown in a false garden, like a paper mache display in Walmart, cheap and uninspired. Beautiful thoughts drip from your pen, like 'god-nectar' and leave haunting impressions like 'Ghosts in white dresses' upon the mind.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

You are so sweet, my friend. I am so glad to be able to touch you with my work.
Astro

9 Years Ago

It is always a treat, to be touched so gently yet feel so firmly the design of your artistic finger.
"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"

The degree in which you are able to touch your reader, is staggering. This stirs me in ways I cannot define. So, so beautiful, Sarah.




Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

Thank you so very much, Kelly. I love your writing as well, and am so touched by much of your work,.. read more
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

Oh that is great... words mean nothing if the heart they came from is not being true... sounds like they got a taste of their own medicine.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

Thank you, my friend.
The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)

9 Years Ago

My pleasure.
this reminds me of an Outsiders' song.."girl in love"

"all dressed up in white/ on her wedding night"

and he doesn't show...she's crying crying crying...

but of course with your own special wording.

life fools us one too many times..or two too many times...something like that.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

haha Thank you, Jacob. I'm glad you got this one :)
So much cannot be undone no matter how we try. We are the sum of our mistakes and sometimes we revisit those moments and just shake our heads at our follies.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

True words...thank you so much for the time in reading and reviewing. I so appreciate it!
This struck me as the dark side of coming of age...it's a notion that gets romanticized a lot...we may grow older and wiser, but the older always outlives the wiser in the end, and at some point we just start getting old as the wisdom retracts...you have an incredible knack for giving beautiful words to sad realities...great work my friend.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

Thank you, my friend...I just can't seem to get away from "sad realities". Funny you mentioned this.. read more
kublakhan27

9 Years Ago

That's the poet's syndrome my dear...if we don't bring those realities to light and acknowledge them.. read more
chemicals and water might NOT do the trick...but I hear that chocolate works wonders! Honesty here..Hugs.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

I'll try that, K...thank you :)

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