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I Loved hue
The heart was blue,
beneath green moss decay.
It was sliced in half,
revealing its pink center .
The eyes were sapphires,
buried in blood-red clay.
They were bored into,
spewing brown cancer.
The pain was lava red,
the truth ten shades of grey.
Every excuse intensified
the saturation of anger.
The lies were ashen white,
in the light of day.
A promise made
with crossed black fingers.
It was sliced in half,
revealing its pink center .
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Comment by: menoh - 2008-05-08 19:59
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| I can feel the literal loss of loved ones to cancer, like both my grandparents, and the loss of a love, that happened to me. You write so beautifully, with such originality and emotion, every word dripping with blood and truth. |
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your responses have really touched and humbled me. thank you very much.
I have to be honest and say this was not written with a literal death in mind, but more of a figurative death--the loss of love, which can often feel like a death itself. I wanted to highlight the strong dark emotions and vivid colours. I am happy this piece was able to be adapted and read in different ways by different people. The overall theme is: there is a light at the end of the tunnel AND even ugly things have beauty inside.
Janyce--I think it's a comforting thought to know you alwsy have someone to hang out with.
Jody--I'm really sorry for your loss. Thank you so much for sharing your connection with my poem.
Cheryl--as always your honesty does wonders for me. I appreciate that you took your time to peel away the layers. I hope everyone can find what they need in it. And I have a friend who is a brilliant artist, and I recently wrote a poem to accompany one of his pictures, so I will ask him to make a painting to go with this...I'll let you know how it turns out :) |
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Comment by: alien - 2008-05-06 08:44
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I'm not sure if I really managed to connect with this piece and the other comments confirm that I didn't.
That said, the language is beautiful and it yearns to be read out loud. It also yearns to be painted on canvas. It's vivid and sharp in colour, even if the image itself is a little blurred to me.
***reading a few more times***
I lie - actually - the meaning of this just doesn't come out until you've read it about 10 times. It's a magic eye picture - remember those?
I could never do them.
Once you peel the layers back, it's even better than its language. It's you bleeding onto the page.
That's what I'm looking for when I read poetry. Poets bleeding onto their pages.
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Comment by: Jarfuls - 2008-05-06 06:23
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| I got a lump in my throat when I read this one. I lost my own mother to cancer two years ago and I connected with each line of this poem. Very well written, straight from the heart. |
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| I don't know about that-sometimes that spirit remains with us until we leave this place. I'm in good company even when I'm by myself. |
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