The Overweight Shell

The Overweight Shell

A Poem by Rosalind Gale

It used to be the barren land - women fell away.

I stand upright under a small cloud,

The arching black earth-square

Tied down as the laces of a human heart

When I fell into the darkness, I exit

The stomach of love, the chattering shelf,

The father of mortar enlarges me,

He fell to a moving swirl.

The gravel of the throat cries out,

Under-earth cacophony, stuck by rigidity.

Not even the dumb-breath tried,

Tiresome moth.

Outside a flatness of shudders

Everybody in the dying ground, the charn, clasped their ears,

Indifferent to the sickly air, open and together,

The dead mouth will not say.

Awake as a human

I bend to the flesh of light.

© 2020 Rosalind Gale


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Nice artwork and words. I wanted to read and know more. Always a pleasure to read your work Rosalind.
Coyote

Posted 4 Years Ago


Rosalind Gale

4 Years Ago

Thanks so much, poet -
Rosa
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Coyote Poetry

4 Years Ago

You are welcome Rosa.
I never quite remember how remarkable your writing is until I read another piece of yours. Nicely done.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Rosalind Gale

4 Years Ago

Thank you, Mark!

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this is fantastic. you write with a smooth depth. i really enjoyed this.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Rosalind Gale

4 Years Ago

Why thank you, Pete. It is very lovely to say so -

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Reading.. reading.. missing the change of direction along the way, returning to an earlier point. Mull over. Discover a sense, an emotion extreme which must be kept safe.. savoured.. allowed to fly or not. Perhaps?

Posted 4 Years Ago


Rosalind Gale

4 Years Ago

Thank you, Emma -
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This is astounding poetry.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Rosalind Gale

4 Years Ago

Thank you -
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Masterful in all aspects and chattering to the senses. You bend poetry to your will. Kudos.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Rosalind Gale

4 Years Ago

Thank you Sami!
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Sami Khalil

4 Years Ago

You are welcome.
Yes, an excellent write, full of powerful imagery,
a poem to enjoy...

Posted 4 Years Ago


What a cerebral and otherwise compelling read this turned out to be. I am delighted to have found what appears to be your most recent post here on The Writers Cafe site and look forward to many subsequent delights. All Good Things, Neville

Posted 4 Years Ago


Rosalind Gale

4 Years Ago

Thanks so much, Neville -
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As I sit here reading you again, chopsticks in hand, I wonder at sticky rice, how it each tiny piece clings to each other and somehow stays aloft to my mouth.
people wait because sometimes people come back, often not, but the ones made of intuitiveness and distant joy think of us, and in return, those nice and sometimes injured thoughts transform our days into something that has a hole in it...or something that feels so wonderful that it just feels right all over even when things fall down or have to bend to the brightness of it

Posted 4 Years Ago


Rosalind Gale

4 Years Ago

Hmm, sticky rice, loves ;)
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a feeling so similar to what i get when reading Anne Sexton....

the phrasing reminiscent...this is quite a good piece...of self-effacing...the first line, i read "were" as "where"----

we are oven overweight with pressures and sadness of life.

j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Rosalind Gale

4 Years Ago

Thank you J. I was not too sure where this poem was heading. It was going to be longer. It is one of.. read more

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