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Hammers & Nails
by Trisha De GraciaMaybe it's the way I see (I see) you.
Boy that runs away, that ebbs and
flows to me and then- ashamed like I
am just the walking deathmatch you've
been waiting all your life for.
Where I go is where you put me down
and leave me, whole or parted, pieced
or broken- pretty, pink, profound
your abstract art. You smear with blood
from each small finger tip, the pawn
the chesspiece playing games with kings
who hold the second shadow thrones
and tell me every dream I've yet to
come across in lurid or fantastical
abbreviated speeches, when the words
flow through my lips and make small sounds
I never let you hear.
Yet through the coloured window glass
the stain that never goes away
the scars that have not yet appeared on
flesh but we all know one day
you'll put them there and spell your name
I stand stigmata'd, wait palm up
for you to resurrect me. 03/07/2004 Posted on 03/07/2004
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 03/07/04 at 07:04 PM wow, trisha, this is a very mature, evocative piece. fab, girl! |
| Posted by J. P. Davies on 03/08/04 at 08:03 PM I really like the chess analogy in this. The poem itself crys out for understanding but also makes me feel that somehow under the surface there is a solid place that is being clung to. Don't know if that made any sense but that's what comes to mind...I love it!! |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 03/11/04 at 04:45 PM this is a great beginning. i think in the first stanza you could take out "all your life" because it drags it out and takes away from the flow. other than, i dig. |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 03/12/04 at 12:11 AM "Where I go is where you put me down and leave me, whole or parted, pieced or broken-pretty, pink, profound your abstract art." i love that part...it flows very nicely...love the whole poem actually.. |
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