Deadly Rumor by Robin Patterson
I heard a rumor
that I was doing well,
and I don't have the energy
to prune away the
entangled branches
of their erroneous
gossiping grapevine-
when I'm far too busy
trying to silence
the restless chatter
of a thousand skeletons
sharing my
closet.
For the brittle bones
of my transgressions
cry out, and beg me
to continue digging
the peaceful graves
I'd promised-
but there are ones who
want to immerse me
in their "cleansing bath,"
to dye and stain away
the transparency of
my healing
flesh.
They'd rather
drown out the bones
and hastily place them
in any muddy pit for
the sake of their selfish
proprieties than listen
to their vulnerable cries
that plead with
them for help. Yet
all the while they
hold their shovels and pretend
to share my plight,
while I struggle not to
smother in silence
or deny I'm
flesh and bone,
especially when
my ugly naked
ones so humbly
speak the
truth.
So I listen to the rattling bones, rather than let the hypocrisy bury me ....
and I cry out...
and I dig...
and I cry out....
and I dig..
..and I rot.
02/03/2006 Posted on 02/04/2006 Copyright © 2024 Robin Patterson
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/04/06 at 01:53 AM Fantastic imagery, very moving, poignant, great pace. |
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 02/04/06 at 02:28 AM Strong voice here. There will always be naysayers, and worse. Nice write. |
Posted by Mara Meade on 02/08/06 at 10:24 PM Smothering smothering judgement and gossip when no, you don't have the energy... I hope you can walk away from the empty chatter and clatter of such "helpful" folk... Very well expressed. -m- |
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