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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But, in my sleep there was something beautiful and peaceful about it, though in the day of light it is a bit disturbing ...
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 must have been disturbing - you said "day of light" instead of the usual way... or maybe that's what you meant?
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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.
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"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"
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.
(Wonderful imagery. Scary and evocative.)
An Andelusian Dog one of the most famous early films of the European movement! Great piece!!!
My dreams have little tiny dancing clowns getting run over by Matchbox cars.
I like yours better.
(thumbified for originality)
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 ~
xo
You've abandoned Taylor Swift haven't you?
;)
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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.
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
I am blown away.
Blown away.
Just kidding. Very haunting - and a little erotic. I may need a moment...
I thought you might have had some dark intentions towards
yourself.
A sigh of relief seeing the word "alive".
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'...
River of bees... vivid and frightening... was so happy for the affirmative ending.
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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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 …
thats beautiful
and disturbing
i like that
the imagery reminds me of the movie "Brazil"
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