Mending The Quilt~

Each and every task

task that you set

set me up for failure

failure as wife

wife me in strife

strife at every turn of phrase

phrase speckled with unsightly noun

noun, pronouns took me to ground

ground roots thickening my walls

walls going up brick by brick

brick in your hand, venom splatter

splatter new heart against the inflexible stall

stall my engine leaking confidence

confidence in paint splatters on canvas

canvas of this thing without a ring

ring me around my rosy blush

blush in lavender spots

spots before my eyes hidden in the cave of dark shades

shades around every corner

corner of my mind in pain, rage, must save

save a piece of majesty before I forget

forget me not, forget you

you, who set me up for failure

failure with every task you chained

chained to blending, now drying, cracked

cracked and broken

broken by your antics

antics tearing through semantics

semantics ground to misfortune

misfortune in your view

view of us as competitors

competitors never build a solid home

home of you

you without me

me better off

off to rebuild my pieces

pieces in tasks I set

set for myself to triumph

triumph over the damage of you

you alone in your failure

failure to sustain a good woman’s heart

heart in my pocket

pocket sealed, stitched with words

words you took, I now reclaim

reclaim my heart

heart quilt

quilt requires work

work to patch it up

 

copyright:2010vssmd/amusemusepress

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Author's Note

humans are sensetive creatures~ but poets especially so~ to poets words are treasures and miracles~words convey facets of every nuance of the human condition~when one takes words and turns them into weapons against one who lives on words and inflections~ they can crush like no fist ever could~

Reviews

[Intern'l Shultzfeather]

I love everything about you, even your poetry. I have to think of balance, lightheadedness, ability to drive when I read. Hey, you got that halfblade up your sleeve? Love your new look. I thought i saw you look at me one time, just imagination. Now get in there and get me some god damn potatoe salad.

[Marie Harrison]

So true. I can certainly relate to this poem. I love how you took the last word of each line and used it at the beginning of the next line. Although it keep warping my brain, like an ice cream freeze does. Fabulous write.

[MuSe Ampoule]

Absolutely brilliant piece. The structure, metaphors used and repetition of last word to first of the next line is masterful. Beautiful portrayal.

[Maurice]

You speak of a subject that I know well. You say it with great emotion. It's true, words used as weapons inflict severe wounds that can even be visible at times.

[C]

Yes they can. And those bruises never quite go away.

[Brad]

i've walked the opposite side of the gender role on this one...and first of all you are a far cry from a failure at anything...you have beautiful kids, several published books, a zillion fans, a billion friends, a million men and women who would kill just to meet you, a thousand best friendies, and the rest? well, f**k em, we love you...you write like no one i've ever read...and this one here...speaks volumes about all of us creatives who sometimes wear our buttons on our sleeves

[Goodbye]

Your poem conveyed your Author's note before ever I read it. This poem drips with pain, betrayal of your soul, a near-death blow to the artist, unforgivable manipulations. What they don't understand is that our poetry leads us out of the storm, into fields of fragrant mists...

I too loved the tags!

[Marianne]

The tongue..."such a restless evil, full of deadly poison"...who can tame the tongue ??
I would gladly take back all the hurtful words I uttered, accusations I made to prove MY point, disregarding the crushing blows I inflicted when frustrated, disillusioned and angry...when SELF got the upper hand, and love turned to hate.

Your poem speaks of the heart wounded almost beyond repair, of the injustice of words directed to inflict wounds, to tear down instead of building up.

May you have the strength to undo the blows of words that failed to honor you...as you ought to have been honored

[Bard Constantine]

I'd never thought of it the way you explained... but you're exactly write. I think the heightened appreciation for the value of words makes us more vulnerable to their power when turned against us... I like the quilt metaphor, it's a great one to describe the many pieces of one's personality. When neglected or abused, it frays easily, needing immediate attention to be patched back together. Oh, and love your tags... yes I read them too...

[Cliff Rhodes]

nice reflections of words that bounce around and around in the emotions