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Friday, August 13, 2010

08/12/10

It’s time again for Six Word Fridays, and I am posting on time this week! This blog hop is hosted by Melissa at Making Things Up, and each week she gives us a word or prompt. The rules are simple. Using six words, or maybe a poem with six word lines, write what the prompt brings to the end of your pen. You will find her URL on my sidebar, so click on over and start taking part! (Read my post first, of course)! If you are a poet or a lover or poetry, please visit me at My Poems. There aren’t a great many there, but I would love to share.

This week’s prompt: “This Much I Know”

I am feeling sad and wounded and my contribution reflects that. I am reminded of the famous quotation from Ernest Hemingway:
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.



This Much I Know

My head spins with confusion, angst
has me in a headlock, squeezing
my confidence into tiny bitter pills
that scorch my throat, burn holes
in my stomach as they force
their way into my blood, muscle
skin, now prickled, spiked with pain.

Gone. Forever? I extend my hand
am rebuffed, left alone to feel
my tears trickle, splash against my
seared cheeks, seep into the sides
of my mouth. This much I know.





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4 comments:

Mel Gallant said...

writing is a way to express all manners of feelings. i hope putting words to your pain/sorrow gives comfort and release.

Sue said...

Sometimes writing a poem is the best therapy. I hope that was true with this one. (It almost always works for me.)

I like the way you repeated the title in the last line.

=)

melissa said...

Bleeding into the typewriter, or MacBook.
(We are modern folks, after all!)
Agreed: sometimes that's everything there is.

Rose said...

good but sad poem.it expresses frustration and we need to eventually use the tools we have to help, typewriter, friends. have a good Sunday. left a comment at your blog poems rose