Longing and Black

A Bubo/CSR Joint....what can I say, she makes me look good.

Longing and Black

 

 

What makes a good woman all longing and black?

Perfectly trampled, left two dimensional, an obsolete paper doll

She sat and rocked away forty years of wax paper happiness, no stick

"I ate his potential like an aged and perfectly marbled steak....choking on the grisly fat"

 

I stare right ahead lying on starched sheets

Spasms of panic coat my imploring thoughts

Like a shroud of darkness it covers my sins

No stoking of my fires eclipsing moonlight

But death of dreams lost in endless years

             To the glory of a man I so fear

 

What makes a tired woman fold up her sails?

That gripping horizon too far for walking, the sunrise riveting, but false

Instead, screaming out at the sunset, "please don't go down again", not many left

"I bound my thoughts instead of my feet, and now they are small and in your rear-view"

 

How many sunsets did I wait

To only watch the tides rising

My face is no longer my face

With every line of you etched in its place

I never ran, but buckled with every taste of liberty

Every thrust an agony, every kiss a purgatory

Every page your story, every show your territory

Bound by society, hinging on your insanity

What makes a loving woman percolate hate?

Gaskets made for sealing, thought and opinion, rotten and dry

Droplets of bitterness, steaming on outdated pipes, bursting

"He dined again and again on the fullness of my bosom.....depleting essential nutrients"

 

I prayed for strength, to slice into your heart while you slept

I prayed for silence from the ugliness in my head

Instead, the power of your stance, the tone of your voice

Collided somewhere between hell and breaking point

A house that rattles, floors that moan

Walls steeped in misery, cutting off every corner stone

 

How does a crippled woman find her legs?

Is it too late to find my place in the sun, burning my own tracks

Creeping to a destination of reflective comfort, shining again

“I am resilience personified, strong, beautiful, rising…..still loving”

 

But there's one tiny little thing you forgot

In all those years, I weeded my plot

Abandoned my draughts, my steel bars

And dug up every bit of rot,

My abattoir of sanctuary, my final star

And I'm flying through your cold hateful heart

 

Respect

Regret

No turning back

Longing and black

Author's Note

Thanks Bubo...not often a fan gets to write with a hero.

Reviews

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. wow ... what an ode to femininity ... and in a sense ... feminism too ... a very intense and graphic anatomy of emotion ... and its triggers ... experientially though ... i am not too familiar with this world ... perhaps living in an excessively oppressive society and frequent abuse has taken me somewhere else ... but when i grow up ... i'm gonna read this again ... and get all of it ... it's heady, potent and i have so many thoughts in my head right now that i am wondering if i'll be able to negotiate them ... of course brilliantly written ... there's always a lot to learn from you both ...

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Insanely good depiction of the misery of two people...from a woman's point of view...doesn't happen too often that a man would write in this way...I definitely admire You for that...as a whole...a very concise, elegant piece

[writing mojo]

That's it I am fan, and hooked on your work truly never thought to heard first person dilemma survive third person soul verse...I am amazed your reviews are not should I say "your cup over flowth" Ego stroking aside I just like your style, vibrant fire lighting the way to your word rights. to which I make exchanges to the meaning of your inspirational life...I have subscribed to your writing, indeed..

[FlawedByDesign]

A wonderfully crafted, ambiguous yet intricate, begging to be understood piece. The partnership comes through in the writing and the two different styles are obvious and instill a freshness. As such, it is nice to see the contrast between the stanzas.

I'm pretty sure Corey wrote the stanzas in regular font and Bubo in italic.

Very nicely done.

[Aven]

I already reviewed this on Bubo's page, just thought I should drop by and mention how awesome it really is. Good job!

[Poetic Beauty]

Wow this poem is a bit dark and sad. Two people who are miserable with each other never works and it just makes them hate each other so deeply that can't stand to look at one another but if love is real then when the times get rough and you may want to throw in the towel you think about that person and all the wonderful memories. this poem doesn't sound like that and the details is amazing. the feelings jump off the page and into my own heart.

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

there is so much contained within this i hardly know where to start! it is a very fluid collab, with no real hint of who did what or where.. perfect execution of a very intriguing story. every time i read this, i feel like there is a different stale i glean from it.

fantastic!

[c.m.]

Perfection. Nothing else to say.

[Bubo]

You are my hero, and I enjoyed writing with someone so filled with creativity as you are, an honour!

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

incredible blending~ deeply grooved emotional scenery and surreal relays in beautiful bold expressives~