Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet berries in a cup. ~Wendell Berry

Friday, October 14, 2011

Ode To Anxiety

Stretched too thin
  Skin and bone are leather
    Gift wrapping stone
       A smile too tight a pulled
          Rubber band ready to fight
             With words bitter and strong
                Like coffee brewing since the
                   Day before yesterday. The
                       Rungs on the ladder of my
                           Spine are broken from the
                              Pressure of this giant
                                 Climbing up to my brain
                                    Making it ache making a
                                        Stain on my feelings I
                                          Just can’t bleach out.

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  1. Jessica LindsayNovember 4, 2011 at 5:59 PM

    So beautiful, but so painful! "Skin and bone are leather gift wrapping stone"--love this. But the image of the Giant Anxiety climbing your back to your brain--it reminds me of Razgut clinging to Izil, bending him in half. Heartbreaking.

    If bleach isn't taking the stain out, what can? I've read club soda, sometimes, or vinegar, or lemon, or salt water . . . We just have to find the right mix. Stains don't need to stay. Or, you know, they do. But then you tie-dye the thing, or dip it indigo ink, and make something altogether new. Right? :)

    So glad you shared your poem.

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