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Tar Baby
by Kristine BrieseYou can go
faithfully each week
to an appointment
where they try to
make you safe for
another seven days,
take faithfully each day
the entire pharmaceutical
weapon system which
they've determined to be
indicated by your
particular illness,
but they don't tell you
what to do
in between times,
when the black tar
rolls over you
in a wave so dense
that light becomes myth,
when all your
flailings and twistings
only entomb you
more completely,
leaving you so paralyzed
that even writing a poem
is out of the question,
and you can only
lift your hands
long enough to type
the complaint.
07/07/2004 Author's Note: so sick
Posted on 07/08/2004
Copyright © 2024 Kristine Briese
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Lori Johnson on 07/08/04 at 09:07 PM The truth, the whole truth, & nothing but.....well stated & understood, sadly. :)
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| Posted by Christina Gleason on 07/12/04 at 07:24 AM this ends well, it went exactly where it should have gone. your language is always spot-on. be well. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 09/25/04 at 07:34 PM This is an emotionally charged piece that cries from the inner reaches of the despondent soul. Devastatingly original and electrifingly penned, Kristine...pe4ce |
| Posted by Richard Paez on 11/08/04 at 04:41 PM The image of the title (which always calls to my mind the image of the Buddha-to-be, Prince Seven Weapons, attacking the monster in the woods) matches so well the subject of the poem ("the entire pharmaceutical/weapon system"). The imagery is perfect and the rhythm, the poem's greatest asset, is so realistically executed, that I got wrapped up in it just as I should have. This is a great expression and exploration, and a great way of attacking the sticky quicksand that is attacking you. Thank you for sharing. --R |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 05/31/07 at 12:27 AM We have only euphemisms, here you had poetry. |
| Posted by Sam Richmond on 04/21/11 at 11:13 PM Dear Kristine;
The emotion here is heart wrenching. I've only had time to read a little of your work. Already I am thankful for your gift at writing. Through that gift you can reach out and touch those around you. You express yourself so very well. There are those here that wish you well, let them in.
Sam |
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