June 14, 2011

slip of the tongue

Rushing to her head
Side to side
Blood
From iced veins
He cut
Inside her
A slip of the tongue
Razored edges
Separating flesh truths
Her open wound
Cried
Frozen blue rivulets
Stream and stop
And stop
On molded skin
She made herself
Her very cold
The only stoppage
To this
Undying sameness

14 comments:

Rasii said...

to this reader...the voice in the poem is longing and hating and escaping from the same source, that bittersweet moment wonderfully exposed. well done, heather...RS

Anonymous said...

A very hard narrative poem. Striking in it's stark words and simplicity. Thank you for sharing

Brian Miller said...

how sharp our words, reopening old wounds and new...hard read, nice write...

Bubba said...

Piercing read! Nicely done!

Unknown said...

simple & hard hitting piece... had a lot of emotion

Yve said...

wonderfully painful. beautifully written.

ayala said...

Nice write. Slip of the tongue can cut like a knife....

mark said...

Sometimes it is hard to remember that the sharpest knife we own is the one inside our mouth.

Hard and brittle, this poem. Like the subject...

Pat Hatt said...

Yeah having old wounds reopened that never heal, can be quite the ordeal. Really in your face write, nice job.

jackie dick said...

Always drawn to your poetry, Heather, tho sometimes it does cut like a knife. I like your quirky style. Thanks for sharing!

Anonymous said...

So much emotion and vivid imagery packed into such a simple piece love this

Ann Grenier said...

Words can cut us so quickly and of course it's a double-edged sword as we realize that we can't take back those cutting words wielded by our own tongues. Good poem.

Joseph Hesch said...

A slip of the tongue can always hurt, depending on the angle with which it strikes the listener. The angle of your words, while sharp, open a vein to the heart of the poet. Very nice poem, Heather.

Unknown said...

Really, really enjoyed this. love the power and jaggedness. Thanks for sharing:)