to the psychiatrist with a stabbing wound
(To Dr. Astrid Desrosiers and Kathy, she drew my attention to the news)
Stabbing wound; let the wet sigh gush out!
Now the autumn sun, lukewarm, will whelm
the void the way it has filled the yard.
There is no mundane dawn; waking up
alive from those dense insane moments
when someone fires you, pierces you with
sharp lunacy; without knowing that
you hold the key to his memories.
The spilled recollections stain his darkness.
There is no such undemanding knife
leaving a straight hole that a green leaf
can make evanescing. You know.
You have been the shrink. Now you doubt.
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Mirrors of denials
Replica of her glowing heart denies that
you can hurt her; your blows are as unreal
as her denial. The iridescent fireflies
swarm in a chasm; what do they say if you read
their flickering metaphors. Deny that you
might hate the fireflies making you uncertain
that you are losing something. Time. Is it time?
Deny the mirror and sleep like a princess.
Together we have made denials a culture;
both happening and something to talk about.
Our pleasures in these denials can’t be denied.
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The truth
Red flower blooms beneath your feet;
pick up a piece of glass which would
a diamond, precious, when
you were a boy. It would have been
truth too; at least not far from it.
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mirrors of denial
Marilyn
The boy picks up a shattered fragment of that mirror. He doesn't know how right he is. Little pictures have big ears.
both happening and something to talk about.
Our pleasures in these denials can’t be denied."
So much comprehension of life in one so young. There is an ancient seer living within yu.
ash and diamonds are closer
*on tiptoes, peering over rim*
Denial. It is a multi-headed malicious beast, not unlike the one described in John's Revelation. We have even taught ourselves to DENY our DENIALS. And we cannot continue along this path; for the young do pick up the fragments of our mirrors. At best, we leave them no understanding as we ourselves, through our denials, have feigned off any understanding of our actions. At worse, the young run into the night screaming 'what kind of world have you left me'.
I am Christian but it does not make a difference who you are or what your belief is; as adults - as men and women- we have a responsibility to acknowledge our actions, accept the fruits OR thorns of our actions, and to ensure knowledge and accountability are there for the next generation. If we do this, God, by whatever name, will smile down upon us.
Thank you brother for encouraging thought. Goodnight mon ami.
Denial is such a prominent ingredient in domestic abuse and violence.
Well done, Kushal.
Either way you are featured at Grass Roots Writing
with many thanks especially feeling ill as you have been
I hope you start to get better.
Mark
Thank you. So beautiful...
Featured in the Triple Name Club.
alive from those dense insane moments
when someone fires you, pierces you with
sharp lunacy; without knowing that
you hold the key to his memories.
The spilled recollections stain his darkness
Sort of about the "insane".
Pet Demons
Pet Demons
Thank you Kushal.
The Surreal Circus
Pet Demons
Good poetry tho
a perfect host
We have our own version of that story here in Jamaica also.
Mirror of Denial are very uncomfortable mirrors to stare at, but we all should.
3 poems on one page
what can this mean this while?
Is it all the rage
Truth is the trick-Cyclist's in Denial?