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Empty


I would rid myself of you:
empty head
empty heart
empty veins
Bloodless, cold as granite,
and as fearless.

But flesh is fragile,
mind is weak.
Resolutions made
at noontime
will come to naught
before the sun goes down.

No names for what I feel.
No words can give it weight.
But still I try to chart this out
make a table:
write a list
draw a map to guide me
through the howling darkness
to a place
where no vestigial ghosts
of memory
rob my soul.

Oh do not think of me
nor speak my name,
lest I come come full circle
and love you once again.

This was written for The Sunday Whirl.

5 comments:

Old Egg said...

Love and affection are such fickle friends and so duplicitous. It is said that "Once bitten twice shy" but I don't believe a word of it.

March 1, 2015 at 1:12 AM
C.C. said...

Wow, this is stellar. I absolutely love it! The imagery is phenomenal...I particularly love the idea of vestigial ghosts of memory robbing the soul and the very beautifully worded observation that, "Resolutions made at noontime will come to naught before the sun goes down." Really excellent poem :-)

March 1, 2015 at 2:18 AM
Jae Rose said...

How hard to resist the desires of flesh..try to rationalise and find a map out of the chaos unconditional love can bring...i think the mind maybe strong however...maybe it wouldn't be sat at the table otherwise?

March 1, 2015 at 3:55 AM
vivinfrance said...



Oh how I knew that feeling, once upon a time. I'm glad to be out of that morass now.

March 1, 2015 at 4:38 AM
Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Sometimes "love" is best left behind, left out of the circle of our lives.

Whirling for Good or Ill

March 1, 2015 at 10:16 AM