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the point of no return
by Laura DoomThe recurring nightmare of insomnia
splits her screen of body and mind
one partition parent to the other,
a marriage of injustice espoused
one estranged from love
the other divorced from the world.
Six light years, an age of travel
extinguished by friendless fire
licking its lips, sealing their future.
I kiss her sleepless eyes
and whisper little night lies
to stifle my smothering instincts,
a grey abandon of revulsion
squirming in the cradle of forgiveness,
the birth of her pain discharged.
The sweat of ambivalence drips slow
reminding me of all those things
for which I torture myself.
Where once she sprawled on sheets
screwed up and shot with punctuation
she now scrawls laundered guilt
across the glossy page of my confession.
Motherchild tucks herself inward
shrinking from a pillow that hosts
the voiceover of experience. 05/24/2007 Posted on 05/24/2007
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 05/25/07 at 12:23 AM When did you sneak into my brain? You wrote this so much better than I could have. How could I not love it? It's me too. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/25/07 at 04:41 PM As one who knows insomnia all too well, I found this nightmarish; like an internal civil war, with one part of the mind turning on the other. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 05/25/07 at 11:58 PM Some great lines that would make good beginnings of other poems, I think. "squirming in the cradle of forgiveness" and "The sweat of ambivalence drips slow" Another thing I find interesting is the way your poem suggests those edgy moments of insanity between sleep and waking, the images and feelings that are fetid claws in the psyche. Very evocative and penetrating, Laura. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/26/07 at 12:09 AM I think I've been around those parts before. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 05/26/07 at 06:05 PM I am certain this will voiceover into my dreams tonight. Like Leonard Cohen's, your poems linger with most keen haunt of delicate deliciousness.
§ ultima thule § |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 05/26/07 at 11:06 PM Your words have such a hauntingly beautiful quality that leave me at once sad and questioning. There is so much in here that is incredible that I'd love to see it as POTD.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 05/28/07 at 02:16 AM Haunting and divine; perfect division. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/28/07 at 02:26 AM A most provocative write! Never thought of insomnia characterized as a dichotomy! But I can see it clearly in your description. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/28/07 at 10:27 AM there is so much to glean from this rich bean which splits its caffeine into cornucopia of roads with furlongs composed not commonplace but rare to take on our steps, to falter or to invigorate to zones not necessarily comfort, and not in keeping with what is smooth and linear but contortive. |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 05/29/07 at 01:52 AM Hi Laura,
Great write. I also agree with some others too.
:) |
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