the secret in the chamber

the secret in the chamber

A Poem by lizardbrain

My buddies and their time capsule minds
At least I'm not alone in this, not the only one
with this thread to pull and
unravel and awake to find myself
in a pile of soggy wool, still warm,
but also damp, and slowly wrinkling up my flesh.
A million tiny paper airplanes swarming 
like winged keys, sharp and toothed,
but also delicate, and multiplying
Two new for every One I manage to catch in my fists,
open, and read, thankful for my callused hands
in this task, but those calluses don't go
beneath the surface, to my heart.
My heart never has enough time to grow calluses 
between each onslaught.
Maybe if the paper airplanes
were made of soft tissue, the kind
with the lotion inside to keep your nose
(or heart) from blistering and bleeding
from all the unnecessary wiping and rubbing, blowing,
sniffling. We know how to take 
care of ourselves. Put down
those winged keys, step out of
the swarm, and find that
the door was never locked all along.
A fresh breeze, healing 
saltwater, and a gentle setting
sun on the other side.
You take a deep breath
and wonder why you thought
you had to hold it for this long.
You sink into the sand, and weep.

© 2019 lizardbrain


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The way you open your poem with these descriptions and imagery is beautiful. I was especially drawn to this scene: "this thread to pull and/unravel and awake to find myself/in a pile of soggy wool, still warm,/but also damp, and slowly wrinkling up my flesh". I could feel it, well done! =)

Posted 5 Years Ago


a chamber of memory...and a heart with no time to grow calluses...so each hurt takes a piece of heart at a time...
but as poets we get to write out the pain...and when we realize we can let it go that way...
i think we want to sink into that sand and weep for joy.
a very moving write, here.
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


lizardbrain

5 Years Ago

thanks jacob :) problem is how often I forget that we Can let it go that way..

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usually searching through poetry for something to lift the fog. exploring writing, through stream of consciousness journaling and marginally more intentional prose poetry, in an effort to better un.. more..

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