stitch
July 13, 2007At the mental seams
you and I were conceived,
(stitched from the rags
of empty arms)
souls joined at the hips,
grinding against each other’s need
to be. Above the bed lay
its parallel line (contract, horizon,
point of rest) where slept
the discovery that you and I
were not supposed to meet
in this illusion of a future woven
into our past-entangled arms.
[this was a free write in gotpoetry.com's tag-team-poem project where one posts a poem and the next poster in the topic has to start the next poem with the last line of the previous poem...and so on, and so on... in short, the first line isn't mine hehe...from Tekay]
Rax, From the title of your blog to the first lines in all of YOUR poetry…I’m hooked. Thank you for finding your way to me so I can enjoy reading your poetry. Your voice is unique, captivating and exhilarating. Ali
Very nice, Rax. Just to let you know, I am very much enjoying GP. Thanks again for introducing me.
very sexy poem from such an… ummm… “interesting” first line. You should hyperlink to the posts shring lines…
I love this poem – it’s both smart and sexy. I love the lines, “in this illusion of a future woven
into our past-entangled arms.” You are always creative in your choices.
wow… beautiful … how did i miss htis one…
the title.. the delicate innuendo to scars.. the composition pivoting on the parenthetic , the treatment of illusion, the idea of the horizon and the disruption, pure , even, level… as the line that accentuates it.
the intimacy and its vulnerabiltiy ….rax.. these are not just words… sometimes in life beauty in words can have an effect almost akin to horror..and that is wht i experience in your words.
let me go see what else you have written lately.
I keep coming back to read
(stitched from the rags
of empty arms)
over and over. That one phrase has me captivated.