Crushing

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Weekend Mini-Challenge
“Thirteen bits of Kerry”  (posted by Magaly)

“So, for my last prompt, before our Garden closes its active doors, I wish you to celebrate Kerry’s poetry with me. Joining the celebration is easy, just select 1 of the 13 lines below (which I harvested out of 13 of Kerry’s poems), and write a new poem. The words in your chosen line must remain exactly as they are—consecutive and unaltered (other than capitalization)—and you must use every word in the line you choose. Line breaks are fine. For example, if you choose the first line, “A nightmare is mere fodder” can be line 1, as long as “for poetry” is (or starts) line 2.

13 poetic bits of Kerry, for today’s prompt (somewhere in your post, maybe at the end, show us the Kerry Bit you chose and give Kerry credit. And if you are feeling extra giving, also let us know why you chose that particular line):”

1. A nightmare is mere fodder for poetry
2. But, oh, how high you fly on the trapeze. No nets
3. Crushing fragments of yesterday
4. Does it burn, my dear? Does it trouble you
5. This flesh is mine, it has bled, and shed
6. The future arrives just as water
7. The nights are not dark enough
8. I am the embodiment of smoke
9. I have been halved and cored
10. I will love you in the darkness of soul
11. Our hearts are naked
12. Permit yourself to pause
13. The (right) words to undo the wrong
* To read the poem a line belongs to, just click the number.

Brain becomes a tome.
Body is weighted down.
There is less forward
time than past, a bone
heap–crushing fragments
of yesterday. And oh,
how it weighs.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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18 Responses to Crushing

  1. Sherry Marr says:

    Yes, i feel that weight. Wonderfully expressed.

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  2. Margaret Elizabeth Bednar says:

    …yes. I have passed that mark as well.

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  3. Kerry says:

    Thank you so much for including my words in your poem.. it is a weighty piece but one I can relate to. There are days like this, thankfully they pass.

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  4. Helen L Dehner says:

    Less forward time … in my late 70s, so very aware. Living my best life, my truth … what I do (or try to do.) Happy Holidays, Sara.

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  5. Marian says:

    A bone heap. I can relate!

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  6. Such a weight… yes I know

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  7. Susie Clevenger says:

    I am feeling the weight of yesterdays no after my September fall.

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  8. sanaarizvi says:

    I resonate strongly with this one! Beautiful writing! ❤️❤️

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  9. Oh dear, that sounds serious! But oh, so well expressed. (Which must be, in itself, a saving grace?)

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