Outpouring

"Weeping Woman" by Pablo Picasso, 1937

Outpouring 

crossing my intention with remiss a

damp chill seeks out the marrow .....

bone words                   

lavender, beige,            mint and  

Lebanon cedar

sea salts and

frankincense.

things of Egypt                    things of tombs

like cinder blocked, bare knuckled ......buckled and strapped

scratching behind walls

time swallows hard to keep it down

our eye lashes flutter and ripple the oceans

our skin lays chard in clumps across the floor

flight paths of attempted escapes 

crisscrossed contrails of bloody pulp

orange peeled entrails, 

agent orange burnt eyes 

smells never forgotten

always unspoken.

this weeping

this outpouring

3/22/24

E.

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Stella Armour]

These tears especailly from the "weeping women" must touch the heart and soul of people living in safe countries like my own, and the depth of the semi- abstract images you paint with words has to be felt as well as seen.
Those who survive damaged for life with invisible scars ,and as always i think of the children in war ... :((

[Einstein Noodle]

such a sensitive reading of this one Stella ... very appreciative of you taking time and letting me know your reactions and thoughts .. peace and love
E.

[Poetic Beauty]

War with all the destruction that go with it. It causes trauma and can leave lasting inflictions on the mind. Sometimes smells or even colors can conjure up memories we’d like to leave behind.

[Einstein Noodle]

war is just as you say, says i! ... scenes that will never be unseen ... and gone unnoticed every day in the streets and alleys and sordid hidden places
:( ....
E.

[Poetic Beauty]

Many veterans suffer from ptsd and years ago they didn’t even know about it.

[Chris Shaw]

Yes, an outpouring here of emotion. It didn’t feel good. Scents and colours from the past can haunt.

flight paths of attempted escapes and chard skin speak to me of pain. As does the title of your poem and the posted artwork. Dear Mr E, life isn’t always a bed of roses. I felt some mighty sharp thorns here.

Chris

[Einstein Noodle]

no ... doesn't feel good at all my friend ... thank you for your sensitivity and taking time here on my little streets ... at the Cafe' ;) love and cherry blossoms my friend
E.

[Chris Shaw]

Aw, those cherry blossoms always bring on a smile:) Take care my friend.

[Ken Simm.]

Definitely an emotional outpouring. And have you been looking in my bathroom cabinets. Scaringly lovely.

[Einstein Noodle]

errrrrrrr ... not creeping around that loo my friend :)))))) much appreciation for your read and review .. as always .............................
E.