So it has been a week with no alcohol. I haven't been as dutiful toward my other goals. Nevertheless, I feel clear, rested and receptive to the lessons of the universe. I feel grateful for the experiences of this past week. The veils of so many have come down, to show the truth. It is amazing how quickly life will work, when you earnestly ask it to. I don't like all of the truth I've heard. But I accept it and will act on it.
Writing has been spilling forth, like jumpshots from Michael Jordan in his prime. This unexpected burst of creativity is helping me deal with my recent devastation. I am hoping the more I write about it, the more I will heal.
Below is another poem. Enjoy.
Perishables
You just might be the only man I hate
On my mind like fruit flies on
Mushy bananas but somehow
I can’t throw you out
I must like the assumption of rot
Buzzing around my life
You might be the only man I hate
Which might mean
You are the only man I’ve loved
How did our relationship turn sour?
It wasn’t from lack of attention
I am not some tub of cottage cheese rotting room temperature
No, I was not that sensitive
See, I was more like ground beef
Sitting in the back of a refrigerator
Left cracked for a week
You returned to a house full of a stench
You searched for, you never expected
But when you found me, slumped and alone
Wanting nothing but your heat from
Five days ago
You left
Subscribed to the credo
‘Out of sight, out of mind’
You can no longer breathe me
But the stench you allowed to grow
On me
Still lingers
You may be the only man I hate
Not for your lack of intensity
Nor for your lack of diversity
But your lack of knowledge
In handling fresh goods
Expecting my shelf life to last for days into your trists
Nights into your lusts
Wanting trust out of inaction
Wanting home cooked devotion
Out of the microwave burrito-like efforts
Too bad my emotions aren’t day old bread
My pride isn’t chicken that just doesn’t smell right
I can get rid of you but
I can’t just throw out my heart
Buy another
And try at love
Again
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- DonnaMarie
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4 comments:
OooOoh, this poem! Poems?! Donna, that's awesome that you're writing poems!
Yes, love and rot do go hand in hand, and yes, we can't seem to throw it out. Try this kind of patience for 3 years. Hope that makes you feel better.
oops. That was menya....
I'm loving the writing as well. I just want to know if and when you'll be hitting the mic. As far as your goals, have you been taking yourself out...or is that one of the things you haven't been as dutiful with?
I'm really digging the parallel to food items here--it's so fitting. The ground beef...works on a few levels. I love it.
Yes, I've been taking myself out...I'm about to write about that now, lol
Thanks for noticing my beef metaphor:)
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