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bi-polar & the blanket tucked between
by Olivia Weinkeinafter every last poet goes insane will you then
be accepting of my disease that comes with the
rain and leaves with the splintering of my words.
i ache to dream you into a tree so to hang myself
from your branches just to expose you
to the hold you have on me. but you never do
quit trembling. you never do give me air to breathe.
and this is where i falter. this is where i no longer
make sense.
i is not you is not me is not we is but she
and she's sleeping alone again
with only the covers to remind her
to sleep tight.
it's awfully cold this time of year.
someone should have shook you into being better prepared.
because this will never do.
oh
and also,
uoy etah i love you
10/17/2003 Author's Note: hmm.
Posted on 10/17/2003
Copyright © 2025 Olivia Weinkein
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 10/19/03 at 06:33 PM in general, i find this a brilliant piece! |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/29/03 at 07:12 PM Great use of words. I love the many implied meanings of the ending. Great read. |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 10/23/04 at 06:10 AM I read so much into this poem and, I assume, what I read is all true. Brilliantly written and emotionally packed. Thanks for the read. |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 03/07/07 at 09:15 PM This one is quite profound as I do have some friends of mine, who are bi-polar. One is a poet and writer, the other a housewife... and this mental illness is quite baffling for all those seemingly normal moments.... for the rest of us it makes no sense.. and does require enormous patience and understanding from those of us who love them... aloha to you from this side of the pacific..;-) |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 06/09/08 at 08:42 PM the blanket tucked between. it's all scratchy wool and filling the gaps, isn't it? |
| Posted by Allison Smith on 10/13/09 at 08:11 PM This is pristine writing. Into my favourites. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 12/06/09 at 11:38 PM YES....you nailed this one! Excellent job! |
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