Athena Bradford

Athena Bradford
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Atlanta, Georgia, US
Birthday
November 07
Bio
Athena Bradford is a writer, explorer, researcher, and the author of “The Intelligent Woman’s Guide to Vibrators.” She suffers from delusions of candor and longs for days when there is no embargo on pleasure.

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JUNE 24, 2009 6:13AM

Anger's Aftermath

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We sprayed the room with our anger

realizing  it is one of the few possessions

that we share.

I bring a spoonful of secrets to your lips

but they blistered your tongue.

 

Slouching like the damp feather pillow

 that carries my shape,

I lose my footing on the crumbling remains of our battle.

Emboldened by imaginary treacheries,

 you wield your sword of stoicism like a blunt object.

I sway with vertigo;  you stand erect on familiar solid ground.

 

Refusing to be choked by your gag order

I leave elaborate clues.

 

Poems scribbled on tissue

tied with the beribboned lacings of a ballerina’s slipper:

every word pulled taut.

Truth masquerading as tourniquets.

 

Dismissing them as overwrought sentiments

from behind the safety of enemy lines,

you fashion ingots from the  loose coinage of a mind’s sounding bored.

Searching for the fiction you rely upon,

your foil rents the chiffon of my psyche

 

I am as perishable as a day lily

in a milk-glass vase.

Exposed by a string of pollen leavings.

your face, when I touch you,

is marked yellow with regret’s hollow tracings.

 

We soldier on.

 

You extracting your tithes of tenderness

While I shiver in the silence.

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The chiffon of my psyche -- That will be remembered. Very powerful.
Fantastic. Sad, but fantastic. Could have been the last ten years of my marriage.
I loved this metaphor:

Poems scribbled on tissue

tied with the beribboned lacings of a ballerina’s slipper:

every word pulled taut.

Truth masquerading as tourniquets.

Rated.
Oh, my. Haunting, sad and powerful. Rated. And remembered.
Athena,
Absolutely marvelous. There is deep deep pain here. The game. You have brilliantly spelled out the psychological terrorism we use against eachother:

"tithes of tenderness"=mindblowingly accurate....he searches for the fiction he depends on, renting yr perishable being...you,

post-vertigo, leaving delicate clues the bastard probably is too thick to decipher...him,

too, trying to just gain his ground. A battle to stand. Without vertigo....

brilliant.Jim
"We sprayed the room with our anger
realizing it is one of the few possessions
that we share.
I bring a spoonful of secrets to your lips
but they blistered your tongue."

Your first stanza is absolutely brilliant in its succinct but evocative imagery. I love that line, "we sprayed the room with our anger". Well done!
Tremendous, powerful...... Psychological warfare described words brilliantly. I understand this pain, every word of it.
"I bring a spoonful of secrets to your lips / but they blistered your tongue." Wow. Wow.
"I lose my footing on the crumbling remains of our battle.
Emboldened by imaginary treacheries,
you wield your sword of stoicism like a blunt object.
I sway with vertigo; you stand erect on familiar solid ground.

Refusing to be choked by your gag order
I leave elaborate clues."

I lived this.... My now ex-husband would get so pissed off that he would not speak to me for months at a time...
Excellent! You paint the picture so clearly I can see the whole scene in my head and feel anger and sorrow of the players in my very being.
Damn, woman. You excel at this kind of poetry. Your words and images are mesmerizing.
Mesmerizing, yes.

Brilliant, yes.

Something I've lived, yes.

My only question: Why not get the fuck out? It causes me pain to view the pain here, feel it, smell it, hear it. [oooowwwwww]
Awesome. Very powerful!!!!!!!!

Rated.
I too can SO relate to this poem, which says what I've often felt more beautifully than I ever could. Thumb way up.
"I am as perishable as a day lily

in a milk-glass vase."

There is no question as to why I read your work.
Very sad, yet full of truths sometimes not faced.
Thanks to everyone for such thoughtful and personal comments. As fr this relationship, it happily is long over butI can conjure up this pain in a heartbreak. Clearly I am not alone. The pain of silence used as a lethal weapon is lethal, esp. for all of OSers who value words and communication.
Even when you're sad, your voice is quite unmistakably feminine.
Poetry is difficult to write but you have clearly mastered the form. Brava!
Pain can have its own allure.
I know this memory. I thought I left it in storage.
Clean hard chiseled lines of love and its pain - this is beautiful work and I sincerely enjoyed it. Powerful imagery to me:

"Truth masquerading as tourniquets. "

and still we bleed.
peece! loved and rated.
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