Goldfish only grow to the size of their bowl

Shedding thoughts of you
like clumps of hair from a cancer patient,

my lips to pillow form a synapse
in which my bitter words collapse.
It occurs to me
rather vaguely, that
each month I rent a window with a cubbyhole attached.

Reviews

[Death's Poet]

wow. In the first 2 lines you already punched the reader in the face with emotion. Very heartfelt and raw. I love this. I love how you took time to show the reader that this is your introspection. I love it

[M. Shepherd]

Thanks very much eh :)

[Ed Hart]

there's a lot of soul touching poetry going on around here these days, and here you are in the midst of it...isn't it odd how we can shine at our saddest...the final line is cosmic solitude, like the monk

[M. Shepherd]

Oh dear, thank you Ed :)

[CD Campbell]

Even though this does look free and read somewhat free; I can feel a cadence with synapse, collapse, and attached if you can believe it. Great title. Found the first clear thought, (first two lines) kinda shocking. Not in a bad way though. Maybe when cancer is used on a visual level it pricks something inside of us. Excellent write. CD

[M. Shepherd]

Thanks for stopping by CD - cancer seems to be in our faces and under our skin in a way that not many other disease are - pulling images from that is like stealing candy from a baby, but when you want to gut punch, you go for the gut.

[h d e rushin]

what poetry attempts to do Marcie is to allow a different perspective yet not an altered one.
let-alone the improbability of contrasting notions. The first two lines here can be taken as
a symbol of lassitude, that is, before cancer kills, it takes your hair, your energy, even your eagerness
to forget. I had a friend who got physically ill after heartache and when I went to visit her she
looked cancerous and broken .After great pain, the senses mutate gradually but one's ability to
see through the fog of injury, the truth of all things , is like sacred writings read in the service of
worship.

It takes great command to write with both passion and sensitivity. Your amazing....dana

[M. Shepherd]

Oh yes, seeing through the fog of injury is the hurdle, sometimes it can feel like a swarm of hornets.. but you're right, once you're there those truths are all healing. Thanks for the insightful thoughts Dana :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and just that tiny peephole to look out of, yet others watch our every move and sound...and stare, trying to psychoanalyze us...

a poet's words, yes..

j.

[M. Shepherd]

Much thanks for the words, Jacob :)

[. serah .]

-- ah... this is the reason why some of your short poems are absolutely unforgettable... -- you wield brevity with a lot of skill and sensitivity... -- i find the title of this piece very compelling... what follows is an insight into the thought process of someone who is trying to negotiate multiple complex realities... or so it seems to me...

[M. Shepherd]

It does feel like that, in a way.

[. serah .]

-- hmmm... i like your reply to dana... it pretty much echoes my hopes for you, me... everyone...

[M. Shepherd]

I just dumped more thoughts on you in a message, hope you're prepared for the landslide :P

[. serah .]

-- haha... i'm looking forward to it... off i go... to read profundity from you... :)