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Stop Blaming Onions...

by Anne Engelen

It took more than one cut
to make me cry
more than one cut to get to
the deepest mystery
layers and layers of false dependency

It took more than one touch
to stream the flow
more than salinityÂ’s tears
to smear your pungent
scents upon these fervid fingertips

Time never was our witness
it stopped to exist
each time you peeled my
innocence away
hardening my core

Each layer shed revealed
a new nakedness
subtle awareness of lines traced
webbed explorations
to inner-outer me

There I found myself
and saw you
for who you really are
nothing more than a dream
on the verge of turning into a nightmare

Each irritation flushed
cleansing tears
sweetened the flesh ...
Come taste
Let your avid tongue savour me.

May the bitter sweet aftertaste
of what could have been
drench what's left 
knowing that I
could have quenched your thirst

04/30/2006

Author's Note: Maria Massarella, what a wonderful companion to write with. Go read her fine tuned version "Alliyum".

Posted on 04/30/2006
Copyright © 2024 Anne Engelen

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maureen Glaude on 05/01/06 at 12:12 AM

This has a haunting, stinging quality to it. Very moving and vivid of senses and experience. Well done ladies.

Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 05/01/06 at 02:19 AM

This is hauntingly delicious, Anne. Excellent ending...you've inspired me to deal with an "ex" in a way he would never expect, but surely understand. Thanks!

Posted by Julie Adams on 05/01/06 at 06:04 PM

I love this piece, and how you stayed with the metaphor, while not allowing it to overcome what was being said...loved: "nothing more than a dream/ on the verge of turning into a nightmare"...this rings so true in so many instances...thanks for sharing another poem...always a pleasure to read you...peace, *jewels*

Posted by Peter Humphreys on 05/01/06 at 07:45 PM

This is a really fine poem, with emotion, edge and wisdom. A seemless collaboration. A gem. A favourite.

Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 05/02/06 at 03:28 AM

i know people who have this effect on me. one imparticular. so intensely gut-wrenching to think about how much power someone can have over you even if you know it's not for the best. the onion comparison is brilliant as we are all textured with more layers than we could even imagine. so good anne.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/03/06 at 06:31 PM

Maria steered me over here. As I said there, a romantic culinary deight. Well done Anne!

Posted by JD Clay on 05/04/06 at 02:35 AM

This is more than a collaboration over an onion - it’s a melding of the minds sans the peel. A philosophical communion that preempts thought altogether. Mental salad. Twin-sisters from another life! Very impressive! Let me go on record with a shot at who’s who. Anne penned the odd stanzas & Maria penned the even. pe4ce...

Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 05/09/06 at 03:24 AM

You can almost taste the sweet and sour of this. Amazing collaboration.

Posted by Lauren Singer on 06/27/06 at 11:59 PM

this is just great. love the title.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/13/09 at 04:58 PM

A companion to the sense of loss is an immense strength expressed with images of the senses, smell and taste and touch fill this reader with wonder. Thanks.

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