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May 5 - "my mono mind"
by Jason Wardell
It crawls without urgency,
catching on thistles and
prolonging the time between
puncture and the labored
pinch of thorn between
thumb and middle finger
the splitting of skin when
the barbs dig, lift and tear
pink flesh flushing and
drowning in a shallow stream.
It scabs over at leisure,
because it ought to heal,
congeal and crust, new skin
stretching sheets of white and
gray matter flat, then folding
irregular edges on old maps
as streams cascade across
canyons, rising and clotting,
synapse lightning cracks,
shearing fresh scars.
We traverse the new landscape,
our landmarks undiscovered,
our maps useless, knowing only
the excruciating journey, knowing
only the anxiety of discovery.
05/05/2010 Author's Note: A retrospective
Posted on 05/05/2010
Copyright © 2024 Jason Wardell
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/05/10 at 12:31 PM An awfully damn brilliant retrospective, I'd say. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 05/05/10 at 02:38 PM ...jason, a landscape de humanity, i see here, a chipped Rockwellian scene of the minutae of life. intriguing write. |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 05/05/10 at 03:27 PM Beautiful. Retrospection is my middle name. Lovely to see you around. |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 05/28/10 at 05:20 PM A truly gritty bit of introspection...that no matter how quickly we wish to arrive at the destination, to cross uncharted territory, to discover...that the destination, the discovery, aren't always going to facilitate us... |
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