hyblaean- Julie

hyblaean- Julie
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September 30
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40; army brat; bisexual... still living with my ex partner (uhm, it's complicated?); perpetually confused, which makes me look like i'm doing a ditzy act, but actually it's not put on; middle class in cash if not culture (freaking finally); INFP/INFJ; SSRI, lithium, nicotine lozenge and caffeine dependent. Driven to laziness, odd fits of needing to 'fix' things, subthreshold hypomanic moments of productiveness (rarely) and random weirdness (often). --------------------------- If you have regular suicidal thoughts, please try lithium. It's worth a shot and has worked wonders for me.

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NOVEMBER 7, 2011 2:20AM

cauterize

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the cauterization of desire
is it a look that passes between two people?
a word?
some arbitrary sending of chemicals?

*poof*

the mythical magical blank that is my heart
not a hole, just a silence
pure, deep
snow on a path that was not taken

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caught again in my own head I forgot to add : incredible writing, julie
Kim Gamble
November 07, 2011 05:55 AM
what a potent image this is julie r.
Jonathan Wolfman
November 07, 2011 07:42 AM
I loved the line about snow without footprints. I look a blank piece of drawing paper that way. The record of a journey made visible. Maybe left unmarked is more beautiful.
greenheron
November 07, 2011 07:55 AM
I guess this is the definition of being raw.. really good title, and poem.What is behind it is another thing, ((((Jules))).
rita shibr
November 07, 2011 09:24 AM
take the snowy path!
tr ig
November 07, 2011 09:35 AM
Good writing, I should specify. :(
Brian Westbye
November 07, 2011 09:40 AM
That brought some vivid reaction.
SheilaTGTG55
November 07, 2011 11:27 AM
I'm guessing the Buddha might say this is a good way for the heart to be, filled with silence pure and deep. But someone else said if you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him. I hope you're just between sparks Julie, awaiting the right kind of flint at the right moment...
Matt Paust
November 07, 2011 12:39 PM
Damn the *poof*s of life. I like this post of yours.
As a kid I often hid my cookies and candies because I loved to eat them all up, all by myself, greedy greedy, so good cookies candies, mmmm, oh wow, so sugary delicious. But I'd of shared my cookies and candies with you. In the snow or not.
Charlie Kazfranco
November 07, 2011 12:49 PM
funny, i don't read sadness in this, just peace and sensibility. "not a hole" is key. beautiful work, jules. xo
femme forte aka candace
November 07, 2011 01:15 PM
Julie, you do such a good job sharing bad.
Man Talk Now
November 07, 2011 01:21 PM
Once the bleeding stopped, there's no harm in making snow angels on that path, hon.
Safe_Bet's Amy
November 07, 2011 01:27 PM
Thanks :) heartfelt thanks.
hyblaean- Julie
November 07, 2011 01:38 PM
This happens and one never forgets.
It happens all the time if we're open.
Eyes dazzle. We sense great curiosity.
`
The eternal seems to enter. Time stops.
I best get going. You experience. Recall.
The more one tries to explain? O, silly.
It's best to just names it a touch. Love.
It is real. Intoxicates. No wine required.
P.S.
We bumped on the Open Salon Feed. Yea!
You may not believe me. I thought of You.
Today I am wearing a brown sock hat. Yep.
It's my favorite winter hat. We share. Hat!
Tip
Hat
Ah!
Art James
November 07, 2011 01:48 PM
It's a moving on I think.. don't look back at the muddy trail, look forward, that untouched expanse of white beckons :).

Rated for the up that comes after the down.
Seer
November 07, 2011 02:12 PM
What's going on!?
You certainly have a gift for describing it well...and creating a nosey curiousity in your readers : )
I especially like the end, "snow on a path that was not taken."
Just Thinking...
November 07, 2011 02:39 PM
...and Safe_Bet's Amy has great advice....
There's nothing more charming, and satisfying for said woman (er, well, almost nothing), than a grown woman making snow angels on an un-trodden path. : )
Just Thinking...
November 07, 2011 02:42 PM
Julie, I keep coming back to read your words.
Thinking of you ... you ... of the mythical, magical ... heart ...
anna1liese
November 07, 2011 03:52 PM
Yeah. Yeah. "Cauterize" -- excellent word for it. Really, really fine image, Julie.
Stim
November 07, 2011 04:00 PM
what greenheron said
gorgeous imagery
vanessa seijo
November 07, 2011 04:41 PM
Who knows? But it sure does happen.

Lezlie
L in the Southeast
November 07, 2011 04:50 PM
Dude. I swear your poetry keeps getting stronger . . . makes me think maybe you're finding your strength, too. Hope so . . .
Owl_Says_Who
November 07, 2011 05:21 PM
How about it. You've found plenty to say. "The cauterization of desire" It sears, like a wound, like your words.
Margaret Feike
November 07, 2011 05:28 PM
I love the words you've chosen -- cauterize. I envision surgery, of the permanent kind, with charred flesh. And that's what the loss of love feels like.
Bellwether Vance
November 07, 2011 05:49 PM
A fine, grand post. Beautiful, strong writing.
Rated.
Scylla the Rock
November 08, 2011 12:49 AM
huge hugs to everyone here. Thank you guys.
hyblaean- Julie
November 08, 2011 03:28 AM
I think it is magic!!!
Susie Lindau
November 08, 2011 09:15 AM
this is absolutely rockin', Mz. H/J!
Cauterization is indeed the cure.
Much better than invasive surgery.

This is a brilliant definition of a Human Heart:
"mythical magical blank ...
not a hole, just a silence
pure, deep"
James M. Emmerling
November 08, 2011 09:20 AM
I'm waiting for the poem about the snowy path. I know it will come... ((((Julie))))
Barbara Weicksel
November 08, 2011 11:15 AM
bean pie! bean pie! *bangs cup on table* bean pie!
that reminds me, I'm starved
hyblaean- Julie
November 08, 2011 03:52 PM
snow on the path shows us that your brilliant and taken another way.
Algis Kemezys
November 20, 2011 07:54 AM