JULY 13, 2009 9:53AM

Mirror

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I pulled a slick blade across my hand

So quickly I might not have known I did it

But the coolness of the steel inside my warm skin

Electrified my brain

 

And split open my heart

Sending a boiling river of bees

Over the curve of my shoulder

And down across the slick, smooth bend

Into my wrist

Flooding a veiny hand

 

Until the incision winked open

And cried fat, red tears

Erasing my reflection

As I was pulled up by my middle

 Slow-hoisting into air

 

Suspended above a milk white sea

Surface broken by a spray of red bullets

Sinking down, down, down then exploding back up

Disseminated in pulsing waves and thumping ripples

 

Head back, eyes closed, arms spread wide

Like a half-curved Jesus without a cross

Floating above an ocean

Of pink watercolor roses

 

Alive.

 

 

 

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I dreamed this last night ... I have no idea why

But, in my sleep there was something beautiful and peaceful about it, though in the day of light it is a bit disturbing ...
Oh Ann,
It sounds like the kinds of dreams I've been having of late. Vivid, full of light and color, but oh so dark and frightening. I thought it was the withdrawal and drugs messing with my head, but maybe we're all seeing little pieces of the puzzle.
It feels like time for some kind of cleansing and that's what I see reflected in this piece. I cried so many tears on my way to sleep last night for the combination of life events that have passed me in the past few days - it felt just like this poem. And then I woke to a new day.
Wow, some dream you had there. I like what flw says about pieces of the puzzle.

It must have been disturbing - you said "day of light" instead of the usual way... or maybe that's what you meant?
well, i've woken up to this and have to agree with you on the beautiful/disturbing paradox. it does seem we're in a time of cleansing, though, if you've ever had to clean up a lot of blood, you know it's not pretty.
Wow Ma, deep and very dark. But beautifully described.
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Maybe you don't feel you are as open and honest as you should be with yourself. There are probably thousands of ways you could interpret this.

I choose to think that the creative mind doesn't like to sleep, so it manufactures mind art for us. Sometimes that mind art is a direct reflection (mirrored, as you say) of our daily stresses. Sometimes, it's just escapist fun.

Thumbed.

"These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside
Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away"
FLW ~ I rarely dream at all and when I do, it's almost always light with some clear meaning. It was such a strange thing to be so tuned in to it, almost delighted by it and then to start actually looking at it on the screen ... I think what you're saying about pieces of the puzzle is the same type of thing ... comforting and frightening ...

I think you're on to something mamoore ~ and I particularly like the idea of cleansing ... a new day ...

and thanks UK for pointing out that rearrangement of my words for me ... I hadn't even noticed, but maybe that's what was actually in my head ... stranger and stranger, huh ~

No, Lonnie .. .it's not pretty at all ... sorry this is what you woke up to though ... that can't be good ;0

Thanks Blue :) I always appreciate your thoughtful words.
Oh my. You've been reading OS again. Try Thurber or Twain -- and PLEASE put down the blade.

(Wonderful imagery. Scary and evocative.)
Mother, this is similar in spirit to the Surrealist's
An Andelusian Dog one of the most famous early films of the European movement! Great piece!!!
Wow.
My dreams have little tiny dancing clowns getting run over by Matchbox cars.

I like yours better.

(thumbified for originality)
I've been sleeping badly these past weeks, but I think you've made me thankful I haven't been dreaming. I don't think I could take one like that right about now....
Which is to say you have described it exquisitely...but perhaps it cuts a little too close to my core right now.
Well Bill I don’t know if I’d call it escapist fun, but it was definitely a diversion into something totally different : )

Steve, I have to admit I was following the Pudding Rasslin last night on my Kindle, but once the page loads passed 100, it couldn’t handle the pressure ~ Thanks : )

GARY! I started watching that video … wow! I have to say that it freaked me out a little. And THANK YOU!

Josephone~ as long as there are not butterflies or …. well … you know …

Wordsmith ~ I’m very sorry that this is close to your core and I wish peaceful, loving dreams for you ~
Something strikes me with the notion that you are in a state of flux Ann. Something that has conflicted your waking thought and is freed by your dreams. The imagery is so full and clear yet the subject inspires me to be concerned. The poets soul is tortured at best and hard to define.
for some reason I was reminded of Dali's Christ of Saint John of the Cross. Very evocative and daring Ann, there are those that live this, and that seems scary to me.

xo
Wow! I think if I read this 20 times that I might get something different from it each time! Incredible Ann, absolutely incredible.
These kind of dreams are beautifully haunting. rAted!
This is just a little disquieting and frightening. That was quite some dream you had!
I loved the bee reference. Very effective imagery.

You've abandoned Taylor Swift haven't you?
;)
rated.
Good heavens, Mother. What did you eat before you went to bed? You describe this dream so incredibly well. But I like the end - Alive.
Outrageously vivid imagery. So gorgeous. Thank you for sharing it!
Thank you Bob, but please don’t be concerned … If you’d like I can drop you some JoBro’s lyrics just to let you know I’m happy and healthy!!! Haha

Thanks bbd : ) oooooh I like that you called it daring … because I was scared to death to post it! Ha ! and I agree living this would have to be like living a nightmare.

Thank you Walter! I appreciate that so much.

Thanks Mustard : ) it is a little haunting … mostly because of the difference in how I feel about it now versus how I felt while I was dreaming …

I know Pamela … I think I will take a Tylenol PM tonight just to be sure …

Thanks Mungular … and NO … never … never, ever, ever … not even for Romeo with a Scarlet Letter! ; )

I know OM … my ornery grandmother Frances used to always say that eating pork would give you nightmares. I like the end too : )

Thanks COS … it was a little hard to share because I wasn’t sure how it would be received … and I have to say it’s been a pleasant surprise.
Something eating at you had to be let go. Most excellent!
Mother -
I believe your dream suggests that you are emotionally drained and that there is a problem that is deeply emotional to you that needs to be or is being worked out. You bled out the the emotions from your heart, down your arm and out of your cut, feeling, at last, peaceful and alive - ready to live life fully again.

An alternate interpretation is that you put a lot of time, money and energy into that bathroom (remodeling?) and you are not willing to give it up (moving to a new house?)

Then again, what the hell do I know.
;-)
Blood symbolizes life, love, emotion, or permanence.
The blade is the tool of correction (just a symbol not literal)
you describe the bees coming over your shoulder (as blood flows from the heart. I have been able to feel IV fluids take this route but in the opposite direction)
The relief that is found in the end and the knowing of being alive suggests a problem that was deeply distressing is or will be worked out....... and you will live to tell about it.
Apache
Holy fuck!

I am blown away.

Blown away.
I think this suggests you are about to go postal and take out your neighbors with a machete.

Just kidding. Very haunting - and a little erotic. I may need a moment...
A catharsis? And so beautifully written.
I'm so glad I didn't miss this! It could have gone so dark, but if I had to choose a color, it would be white - in my minds eye, even the blood is white. Of course, that could simply mean I need medication!
You never stop amazing me. Never. Please don't even try.
The first paragraph sent my alarm bells ringing.
I thought you might have had some dark intentions towards
yourself.
A sigh of relief seeing the word "alive".
I don´t know what it means, but it´s beautifully written. Rated.
Nice. Rated!

As a technical point, your right-justification of the lines is fresh and adds to the engagement of the verse. If I would suggest anything, it would be that you not analyze the 'meaning' of this piece nor attempt to tease it into explicitness.

Remember Wordsworth's cautionary observation, 'We murder to dissect'... and Archibald MacLeish's admonition, 'A poem should not mean, but be'...
You did well to record the images... I also had a very disturbing dream last night, but I can only remember a single sound from it now. It's lost to me, and it feels like it might have been important.

River of bees... vivid and frightening... was so happy for the affirmative ending.
How do you write such awesome poetry from a dream? I'm not much at interpretations, but I'm seeing this as either a suicide attempt in a bathroom/tub or I don't know what, but it is eerie, disturbing, yet somehow beautiful. Wow. I'm a bit freaked.
I agree with MotMista. Just let it be.
Who knew you had all of this poetry inside you, Ann? I like how lately it's just flowing out of you. Even in your dreams.
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Thanks Zuma! : )

I appreciate the analysis Apache! Thanks! I do hope I live to tell about it … whatever it is ;p

Duane … you can’t ask for a better compliment than that!

Knightwriter ~ you know me too well! Ha!

Thank you LIG : )

ME TOO Owl … almost glowing white!

Awwwwwwww Cartouche : ) xoxo … promise.

No worries my dear Peter. All is wonderful : )

Thanks so much Marcela!

I really appreciate your insight MotMista. Thank you! It has a life of its own … I don’t even know why it’s justified on the right … I’ve never done that before … and agreed ~ no more thinking about it … it just is.

Thanks Annette : ) It really wasn’t a bad dream … I don’t know how to make that make any sense … haha … and yes! Thank God for happy endings!

MR ~ oddly enough as I was dreaming it the words were already coming … if there’s a literal interpretation of a dream then I guess this is it … I don’t even think that makes sense, but what the hell … I’m going with it! Haha

Gracielou : ) xoxo I don’t think I was struck by lightning or anything .. who knows …
Since I know NOTHING about poetry, I will only say that I TOLD you not to chop onions while under the influence of Fat Ass punch.
wow.
thats beautiful
and disturbing
i like that

the imagery reminds me of the movie "Brazil"

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