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

[Tom]

I sense that even the long ago embalmed bodies of the high and mighty of their time who lie within great pyamids no longer rest easy, their souls/spirits in torment at the present atrocities being carried out all around their homelands and futher afield, I sense the ansgt and heartache throughout this wonderfully moving, emotive poetic E. Kudos and may your pen continue to flow ink across parchment and likewise will humans ever truly lay down their arms to stop this terrible violence, yes, 'Picasso's weeping woman' and many other here now and before pray for peace throuhout!!

[Einstein Noodle]

thank you brother ... all i can say is thank you ... so very much .. love and peace
E.

[Lydia Shutter]

Sounds like a bad case of PTSD! Perhaps a soldier who has seen combat and seen comrades badly injured and killed. Impossible to "unsee" that sort of tragedy. Every bit of the scene...the smells, the sights, the sounds...stays with a person. E, this is a powerful write. Love the Picasso artwork. Lydi**

[Einstein Noodle]

yes! i too really like the "Weeping Woman" ... always so happy to have your visits and reviews, Lydi .. it's important to me :)
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest E... we have tall Cedars of Lebanon surrounding the back yard of our Home built in 1988. We feel the shadows of Biblical words. An Old Cherry Tree blooms each Spring long before our Crepe Myrtle Trees. Ancient memories seem to fill our Soul with Sadness as the Wind whispers to the Weeping Willow. We lay our Head on the Pillow of Discontent as Time becomes our Savior. Mourning has Broken like the First Mourning Black Bird is singing like the First Bird (a Song sung by Cat Stevens, Your Poetry has the sound of Violins. Softly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

Pat! .... i think you have felt to brunt of this poem .. i always love the way you use your words in reviews .. they always point me to this miraculous world created ... thank you for taking time
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.