Bandaged Flower

Heart Anatomy Poetry #2 //when the sands shift

Heartless buildings,

sunflower petals at my feet;

Breathing in my face;

this skin's a foreign place,

whispered voices on repeat:

Hotels don't hold hearts,

sunflowers aren't part of the arts.

My senses wrapped in gauze,

hands on my waist.

I try to remove the film

from my tepid sight as I realise,

these hands aren't mine

and these arms aren't 

his.

Author's Note

An inside view of my brain. Written at 4am at McDonald's - even though I dislike the place - after an odd night. Everywhere's dead at that hour.

Is this complete nonsense?

Reviews

[Relic]

I think McDonalds gave you inspiration although you didn't know it. The atmosphere rubbed off on you with the first words: Heartless buildings. I can almost see this as a black and white view of your town and relationships you find there. Like someone dis-embodied and trying to figure it all out, you sleepwalk through life (in the poem) trying to disseminate between what's real and what isn't.

Now I'm trying to figure out if what I just said is nonsense. :)

[Alice Poésy]

No, no, definitely not nonsense :). I adore hearing what images I manage to conjure in the readers' heads, and yours is very similar to what I experienced in my head with a little twist to the image, but very spot on :).

Thank you for sharing your thoughts and stopping by!

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Great imagery, first of all, it limns not just the sight, but the gestures and expressions that go with it all. Limn is a word I use a lot, but it's so fitting for artistic writers, as yourself. When I read your poesy the first time, I was amazed but not mazed. Then I read it again after reading your author's note, and I was like, "wow," because I saw what you went through at McDonald's through your writing. Another good word to use is, delve because your writing is so meaningful. Great write!

[Alice Poésy]

"Artistic writer"; that term brings a smile to my face. I like my poetry to be vivid and personal, yet leaving enough space for the imagination, and I really like that you acknowledge that :)

My brain/emotions are this one big roller-coaster that I never know when it's about to go up or down until it's happening. Sometimes the only way to calm myself down is by repeating things to myself or writing reminders down. This was the product of one those episodes, I suppose.

Thank you for stopping by and leaving such kind words.

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

The term is fitting. Keep smiling! :)

I used to write things down all the time, over and over again. Then I started writing it metaphorically in creative writing. It helps a lot.

You're most welcome! Hugs

[Lorry]

I love the first statement you make "Heartless buildings sunflower petals at my feet...two opposing emotions before you get to the end of the first sentence, contrasting so vividly, almost the difference of love and lust. Not complete nonsense by any means, this has a feel of the realisation that you are truly seeing the past for what I really was, perhaps one held the balance of the power over the other and was never really equal, like removing the film from your eyes is similar to taking off your rose tinted glasses and seeing things for what they really were. Or perhaps I am reading too much into his and it was really about the desolation of seeing a McDonalds at 4am, and not even the gaudy colours are able to bring the cheer the designers sought. Maybe, maybe not, but certainly not nonsense. I think later you will be able to see it with fresher eyes, once you read it through again, you will see the message clearer, or at least after a sleep :)

[Alice Poésy]

No, no, you're reading quite well into this. A very fantastic analysis in fact. McDonald's happened to be the only open place I could take "refuge" in and try to collect myself back together. Sometimes writing things down is the only way I could make sense of things/myself. Or try to.

Thank you so much for such a detailed analysis! I love hearing the different interpretation :)

[Lorry]

You're welcome. That is what I love about writing, reading it back reminds you of where you were at the time you wrote it too.

[Pushkar Prabhat]

WoW!!!!
mysterious........
sometimes we choose to do things.......even though they are not our choice......but what's fascinating is that our own mind taunts us for that........not only makes us question our choices but ourselves........

beautifully rhymed......
i loved it!!!
:)

[Alice Poésy]

I like your interpretation and the way you put it very much! Always a delight to read your reviews.

Thank you :)!

[Paul Bell]

Lettuce get together at Macs. ( Had to get that in.) Hotels don't hold love, though they do short term comfort. As the last line confirms. I like it.

[Alice Poésy]

"Lettuce get together at Mac's" I haven't heard that in forever! Brought a smile to my face.

Thank you for stopping by :)