You would think

You would think

A Poem by Marri
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constructive criticism always welcome

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You would think my full stops
Would button up a meaning,
Would dry the sense and make it harden.
You would think I choose Fortuna
For the final cut,
And film the moment before
The drop of blood
Reaches the water in the bath.
And the cadre freezes there:
Oil burgundy red in the air.
You would think the lights are hollow
And the books are lying on the ground for months
And that this silent chaos
Of men’s dirt and women’s squirt
Would have mapped the ground:
Her world. Stained and torn,

 forgotten shirt.

My world.

Смърт.
You would think I judged,
I burnt, I even got my hair cut,
And bit my lips to blood,
Out of shame, disgust, distorted lust,
You would think I licked ,
I bit,
I shook, and groaned and growled
And left sperm, blood and a final word:
I kill, forgive me, I was wrongly understood.
You would think I chose a house with wooden floor
where her steps echo from room to room
And door to door
And I have put my grandmother’s scarf for a curtain,
And slice slowly, and with certain
Kink.
You would think.
BUT.

© 2012 Marri


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The rhyming patterns you employ tie this poem together like a corset, which in a way, it's shape and your words remind me of. Or perhaps a poisoned goblet. But then I think of the blood dripping. There's such a fierce power running through the spine of the poem which has been allowed to drip, or rather flow, to the end, only halted by the final BUT. It's very cleverly written. The more I read it, the more I like it.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marri

11 Years Ago

I find your review thought-provoking and encouraging, it makes me see things in my own words that I .. read more
Marri

11 Years Ago

i meant it gives to my endeavor ***




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Do we ever stop to think, to look into the eyes of another and see the torment that is locked inside, or imagine that it could be. The world is a callous place, leaving scars in its wake, building mountains out of sand only to watch another collapse beneath. You would think we would realize that all who walk and talk have feelings and needs, that the world is more than just about us. This piece sends many visions to my mind. I find a person in pain, wishing away that pain, taking the remedy into their own hands. This poem moved me and I thank you for sharing.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Marri

10 Years Ago

oh, this is nothing but humbling! Thank you!

I hope that along with respect people shar.. read more
Jack...

10 Years Ago

This place does bring that smile to a true genuine gesture and I do find inspiration in kind words. .. read more
Marri

10 Years Ago

same here, Jack!
The rhyming patterns you employ tie this poem together like a corset, which in a way, it's shape and your words remind me of. Or perhaps a poisoned goblet. But then I think of the blood dripping. There's such a fierce power running through the spine of the poem which has been allowed to drip, or rather flow, to the end, only halted by the final BUT. It's very cleverly written. The more I read it, the more I like it.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marri

11 Years Ago

I find your review thought-provoking and encouraging, it makes me see things in my own words that I .. read more
Marri

11 Years Ago

i meant it gives to my endeavor ***

awesome..........i liked + loved =enjoyed really..........
now u r gonna inspiring me....hannn................

Posted 11 Years Ago


But indeed. I find this very visual. I could pan across this with a camera. All the clues are there. To the lighting, the colours. This requires a soundtrack something dark with jazz undertones. This is not a write for mornings. This is a write for late. Wonderful.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Marri

11 Years Ago

Thank you! I was afraid that writing from a murderer's perspective would make my writing even more c.. read more

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Marri
Marri

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