Dust Devil Pitch

buttersidown

I am the bride
on the funeral pyre
wailing and carrying
though I held the knife
that went into my dear dying
husband's blind eye.

And the townsmen all leer
at the tear in my sheer
at the gash in my cheek
i got being thrown in the slammer
when my face hit the padlock
that still swings on the hook.

Yes, I am the bride
binge-purging my love
for an ominous man
who comes like a ghost
to my bed everynight
and haunts my happiness
with laughing delight.

And in dreams my fist hits his face like a stop light ignored.
And he smiles, grabbing my ass, calling me petnames, making small
petty
dust devils pitch
fits that mean absolutely nothing
no how
to no one.

I can do naught but spin and spit.

(The rings on this carousel ride
are but hammer handles.)
I hold my hands wide
keeping centripital forces
from forcing me into tornado swirl.


And I CRY, oh my dear God how I cry.

It's supposed to be dead
so go on, love... die.

FinsburyParkCarrots

"The tragedy of life is not death but growth."
(Kamala Das, feminist, poet)

Great poem here.

buttersidown

the tragedy of growth...

who, praytell designed this shit?


thanks finsburypark

FinsburyParkCarrots

http://www.emory.edu/ENGLISH/Bahri/Das.html

Being Enlightened

So angry and sad and excellent!

Hats off to you, buttersidown!

And Fins, you are a tree of knowledge , so glad you branch out and embrace us and feed us!



"There was only the kitchen table where I would cut vegetables, and after all the plates and things were cleared, I would sit there and start typing" - Kamala Das

That's kinda how I do it, but I use the pen instead of the typewriter. Wow! Kamala Das, what a woman!!!

FinsburyParkCarrots

Originally posted by Being Enlightened

And Fins, you are a tree of knowledge , so glad you branch out and embrace us and feed us!

If it were not for beautiful lights such as you, B.E., I really wouldn't bother.

FinsburyParkCarrots

Also, in the Aristotelian model of poetics, the climax of a tragedy is not the death of the tragic hero but this character's moment of anagnorisis, or realisation of their previous hubris; they make a leap (too late) to personal growth in full awareness of the horror they have witnessed or perpetrated.

http://maven.english.hawaii.edu/criticalink/aristotle/terms/anagnorisis.html

nailz100

A very sad tale buttersidown....but you tell it very well. May the ominous man never haunt your dreams again.

buttersidown

i've a small nagging notion that he will make it his life's mission

however


i have smaller fish to fry

thank you nailz, your wishes mean much to me