postpartum depression
after
un
coit
us
she crawls inside
the well of his navel
nesting on soft lint
and graying hair
translucent in the absence of light
she sucks her thumb still
at twenty-six
a fixation he appreciates
just moments ago
her toes flooded with hard satisfaction
but now,
now
bony knees greet her chin
to pray their discontent
that happy-feel-good "thang" gone
lost in the cave of dark sheets
she mulls her rage like wine
kicks her heels hard
against the belly of sleep
a faint prick only
felt, his thin eyes blind
to her porcelain rot
not even knowing that
his tangled kiss
was her rescue
posted by Scheherazade | 9/22/2006 08:42:00 PM
23 Comments:
This was wonderful! I am still wandering around in the cave of dark sheets. I cooked you up something special at my blog. Celebrate roundness!
So vivid I feel like I'm there (luckily I'm not really- not a voyeur ;)
sensational!
Full of succulent phrases
to savor
Hello wonderful you
I left a comment on Wet Poems
and I'm leaving one here too
Wonderful work here! I especially was touched by the emotional turn-about spoken so descriptively: "bony knees greet her chin / to pray their discontent"
Mastera: Thank you. I always enjoy your word cuisines!
m00n: you really are too kind. thank you. i'm also open to any criticisms you might have as well. the poem is never done, eh?
ozy: ditto
mike: thanks. i do appreciate your thoughtful responses. and you always tease out my favorite lines as well!
I was struck how the most unassuming body parts became the erotic soul of this piece. A navel, chin and heels have never been given that much mystique.
Ô¿Ô: precisely. i did want to write something with almost anti-erotic elements.
Hi,
what to say about this poem but that you are suceesful in evoking passionate imageries. Great going!
Cheers!
thanks dearest Abhay.
Oh my... Now that my friend... sent my pulse up a notch or two.
I loved the imagery, the savage glance inward.
PS
I keep meaning to thank you for displaying the Poetic Justice badge. I think you may be the first and only to have used it. Of course, How would I know sense it didn't come with a tracking device... :>) Thank you, my friend.
Or "since it didn't..."!
Thanks TPM!
I actually have a buttong for you over at ST as well.
just cuz what you do really matters.
Mmmmmm and *wink*
Wow... I'm a "tidal wave"? Cool. I'm flattered...unless, of course, you think I'm overbearing... Or washed up... :>)
There is soo much word play in here. Unfortunately I keep coming back to the very strong image of porcelain rot..it's almost too much to grin and bear.I never know quite what to write here after reading that! It seems like forever since you've put anything new in here. i hope that is a good thing!
Cheers
Glenn
that's great. sensual yet unsettling at the same time. a strange experience. a bit like having yr prostate tickled, to use an odd reference. but that's all i can compare it to.
Cherie: back at ya'
TPM: tidal wave in the best sense: a force of nature to be reckoned with
Glenn:you know "porcelain rot" is what i actually built the poem around. that was the image that inspired me. more to come...even if slowly
HardyF: thanks for stopping by and your comment. your metaphor is an apt one i think. was trying to capture that moment of titillation, satisfaction and discontent. a tickled testicle is inspiration for another poem!
Inspiring and lovely. I love it.
Dear Scheherazade
i just put a link to your poem at my weblog, but have another question.
I like to translate poems into my lingo (german), mostly just for fun. I will have a try with this one und, if I may like the result, would publish it at mny weblog, if you are so kind to give me permission. Juts that'as the question, at last.
I enjoyed it very much.
Susanne
madame b: thank you and for your visit.
Susanne: I'm honored. I would love to see the translation. you must email it to me. and yes you have my permission--thank you for asking. grlscoutfinch at yahoo dot com
fuck yea. i like that.
I love this poem. Thank you for sharing.
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