he wants to save me / but we disagree from what

[be_themoon]

things that are important about April: it is National Poetry Month! I have been very distracted from this for various reasons, but have a poem! I shall probably be posting them haphazardly throughout the month, though I shall cut them if they are very long.

Emptying Town by Nick Flynn

I want to erase your footprints
from my walls. Each pillow
is thick with your reasons. Omens

fill the sidewalk below my window: a woman
in a party hat, clinging
to a tin-foil balloon. Shadows

creep slowly across the tar, someone yells, "Stop!"
and I close my eyes. I can't watch

as this town slowly empties, leaving me
strung between bon-voyages, like so many clothes
on a line, the white handkerchief

stuck in my throat. You know the way Jesus

rips open his shirt
to show us his heart, all flaming and thorny,
the way he points to it. I'm afraid

the way I'll miss you will be this obvious.

I have a friend who everyone warns me
is dangerous, he hides
bloody images of Jesus
around my house, for me to find

when I come home; Jesus
behind the cupboard door, Jesus tucked

into the mirror. He wants to save me
but we disagree from what. My version of hell
is someone ripping open his shirt

and saying, Look what I did for you...

Comments

[lassiterfics.livejournal.com]

Is it me or is this poem from Sam Winchester's POV.

[zempasuchil.livejournal.com]

DUDE WHOA
WHOA
it is freaky how you do that!

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

relating things to SPN is one of her superpowers!

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

OH SAM. :(
saying look what I did for you. SAMMYYYYY.

(YES TOTALLY.)

[sharpie-doodle.livejournal.com]

YAY! I shall spam with my favorite:

Because of this
each day
I greet you
with reverence and then
you embrace me and I forget you,
because we are one
and we will go on
facing the wind, in the night,
the streets or the fight,
a single body,
one day, one day, some day, still.

An excerpt from An Ode to Clothes by Pablo Neruda.

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

oooh, Pablo Neruda! he does some fabulous stuff.

[wingedflight21.livejournal.com]

Wow. Powerful. Impressive. I like.

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

poetryyyy! I'm glad you enjoyed it. :D

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

"Descending Theology: The Resurrection", by Mary Karr*

From the far star points of his pinned extremities,
cold inched in—black ice and squid ink—
till the hung flesh was empty.
Lonely in that void even for pain,
he missed his splintered feet,
the human stare buried in his face.
He ached for two hands made of meat
he could reach to the end of.
In the corpse’s core, the stone fist
of his heart began to bang
on the stiff chest’s door, and breath spilled
back into that battered shape. Now

it’s your limbs he comes to fill, as warm water
shatters at birth, rivering every way.

*recced by kelachrome

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

oooooh. <333

National Poetry Month is possibly the best month ever

[metonomia.livejournal.com]

This is disturbing and sad and frightening and gorgeous.

The enjambment in this is just absolutely brilliant - it really made the reading of it for me, especially with "I can't watch" and "I'm afraid." And dang, the imagery!

Thanks for posting this - bookmarking!

it totally is. wheeee poetry!

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

isn't it just? I like it so much. *pets poem*

It is also a poem that I totally agree with in many, many ways, which, y'know. :P