Vibrating in my throat, the feeling sits, a coiled snake
- a reptile that my mind has spawned.
Yellow and black
foreward and back
its red eyes dart
. . . over my ammunition
. . . in this war of attrition
It wants control of my tongue, it needs my words
to vocalise its hiss and rattle
to bear its venom into battle
it tastes the air
. . . sensing with dissatisfaction
. . . my characteristic lack of action
We wait.
I swallow and gulp and down it goes
eating it, and its imaginary foes
it wriggles and writhes
. . . knowing I have found a cure
. . . tomorrow it will be manure
Knotted in my stomach, my digestion begins.
determined I will not be distracted
as all the nutrients are extracted
it softens and starts to dissolve
. . . slithering down with grunts and growls
. . . it enters the dark cave of my bowels
Its power is lost, it has been re absorbed
a dire situation has been elevated
the mind has lost what it created
I am retaining the power
. . . the waste is now expelled as shit
. . . to fertilise what I plant in it
Processing - Composting - Growing.
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15 comments:
Nice thoughts expressed in this verses
:)
Thanks very much Marinela, thanks for visiting and for your comment.
Im glad to have stumbled upon this blog. It is just lovely =]
Ill definitely be visiting often!
thanks for sharing.
-Isha Ethera
Hi Isha, thanks very much for your comment, it is much appreciated.
Nice to meet you. :-)
I wish I wrote this! :) This is one of my favorites (so far). It's refreshing to read something with FEELING, not just the same old stuff out there today. And once again, these are a couple of parts that pleased my ears:
...over my ammunition
...in this war of attrition
AND
to bear its venom into battle
Thanks Be-Not :-) - when I read your poem it made me think of this one - same feeling, different expression.
I loved the poem.With the order displayed and the ryming ends....what a digestion? :)
Hi umamaheswari and thanks very much for visiting, it is nice to meet you. :-)
...and yes, what a digestion! lol
your imagination is very sharp or vivid,
wow,
those in the first few lines, really give me shivers, stunning poem!
Boy do I know what this is like. I lost my voice a short time ago and am now taking speech therapy. Of course this may not be what happened to you... you may have swallowed that snake!
Thanks Jingle and Diane for taking the time to read, much appreciated. :-)
I always hate it when i have an idea and I do not immediately write it down....then later i am trying to remember it, and i cannot...it is lost. I love what you did with this poem...so much great vivid imagery...you have captured this process so eloquently unique. You are an amazing poet Susannah! :-_)
Good to see you Carrie and thanks very much for your comment. x
Wow! That's a potent comparison. I loved the chant-like effect the rhyme scheme added to the whole thing.
Stunning work.
You did such a beautiful job with the descriptions here.
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