This is my first time participating in a blog-hop for poetry.
Be sure to visit the dVerse Poets Pub page and other participants work in the linkup.
Soft Violence - for the Open Link Night #407
My soul craves the soft violence
of devouring poems,
one by one
the vulture,
never full.
Words like daggers,
swallowed whole,
and my throat
reeks
of rotten flesh.
But nothing compares
to the act of constructing one yourself.
Purgatory
my mouth full of flies,
the words keep dripping,
one by one,
down my neck
drip,
drip,
drip,
drip,
drip
across my bosom,
a splattered poem,
like coffee stains
on my favorite book.
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oh that does seem to be the way the poems come sometimes. i read this “ But nothing compares
to the act of constructing one yourself.”
not as the construction being a poem, but as constructing a ‘yourself’
Thank you for the comment!
I think that on the construction part both can be simultaneously true too…
Welcome to the dVerse Poets Pub, Reelika, I hope you become a regular participant. This is a fabulous extended metaphor. I’ve had a few splattered poems myself – and I am very careful with my favourite books!
Thank you for the comment and I hope to participate more for sure.
Am glad you liked the metaphor and funny story about my favourite book, it’s old and second hand and has stains on it.
Doesn’t ruin the story though.
So glad to see you for the first time participating, and I can just mirror what you say. I love reading poetry (especially the one online). If you have time to particpate to the online version on Saturday it would be great to see you there.
Thank you for the comment and am happy to be here too, so much great poems to read …
I will consider participating in more after the semester in uni is over, so probably not this Saturday but I think it could be lovely.
I like what you have to say about “construction.” It is a kind of purgatory and the release is so sweet when the poem is complete.
Thank you so much for reading and commenting.
Yes, it feels amazing when you finally have a finished piece.
The event of pouring the thought and emotion into one is a release of a kind
and then when the construction is done… Ahh…
You carried the metaphor expertly!
Thank you!
Welcome to the dVerse Poets Pub, Reelika, this is such a powerful extended metaphor. Your poem resonates with me ❤️❤️
Thank you so much for the welcome and kind comment!
It’s great you know it resonated with you.
My soul craves the soft violence
of devouring poems,
Welcome unto the fray Reelika. The opening itself is an attraction of being humorous but sounding hard. It creates a balance!
Wonderful write Ma’am! Thanks for looking me up!
Hank
Thank you so much 😊 😊 !
I love the visceral feel of this, a poem that has has its own pulsing life. Wonderful.
Thank you so much for the comment!
The best words absolutely are a soft violence, Reelika. So well described. Lovely to read you 🙂
Thank you a lot for the kind words,
They are much appreciated!
Amen. The crafting of a poem is such reward. Fabulous opening line, Reelika–and nice to “meet” you / read you.
Thank you!
Am happy you liked it.