The Cost of Love




the morguefile




i scrape with serrated edges,
the endometriosis 
of love's stain,

it's bruising
quietly purpling
the edges of my eyes.

i fathom its ache
in cycles of days
lost.

when i stop counting
will it be time again
to lift the knife?



copyright/all tights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

Not sure where this came from exactly. Perhaps, a post Valentine's Day sigh--

Posted today for Poets United Pantry




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  1. AnonymousFebruary 15, 2015 at 9:41 AM

    very profound movements of your words.

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  2. PoppyFebruary 15, 2015 at 10:03 AM

    Gripping imagery of empirical knowledge.

    Wishing you a lovey week.

    Poppy

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  3. TruedessaFebruary 15, 2015 at 10:34 AM

    love does hurt at times and the bruises can last a very long time.

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  4. ScarletFebruary 15, 2015 at 10:49 AM

    Sharp as serrated edges ~ The ending of the knife reminds me the pain continues again in a cycle ~ Dark one here but lovely share Audrey ~

    Grace

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  5. Brian MillerFebruary 15, 2015 at 10:50 AM

    dang...there is an intensity to this....
    with the knife...and the choosing to raise the knife again....
    love does hurt...in good and bad ways...
    its what we risk
    when we choose
    to love..

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  6. UnknownFebruary 15, 2015 at 11:12 AM

    Despair and loss, present and future, wrapped in a black-ribboned package. Powerful.

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  7. brudbergFebruary 15, 2015 at 11:24 AM

    The counting of days.. when we just waiting for the scar tissue to cover those painful wounds. Your imagery is so stark, and I wonder if the knife will help.

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  8. MaryFebruary 15, 2015 at 12:01 PM

    Interesting how this poem unexpected arrived. Very cool when that periodically happens. I like the intensity of the last stanza especially!

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  9. LauraFebruary 15, 2015 at 1:11 PM

    such profound pain

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  10. Jennifer WagnerFebruary 15, 2015 at 1:55 PM

    This is a poem one feels through fantastic imagery and to me, a bit of mystery--and I like much.

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  11. GabriellaFebruary 15, 2015 at 3:05 PM

    The pain and hurt are very tangible in your poem. You also make us wonder about the 'before'.

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  12. Sherry Blue SkyFebruary 15, 2015 at 5:16 PM

    "...the endrometriosis of love's stain..." powerful writing, Audrey!

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  13. SusanFebruary 15, 2015 at 6:05 PM

    Wow! As if love can exist where it shouldn't ...gulp...I guess it can. Such a waste of time! When the count is over, it may not be time to lift the knife--we can break the patterns. Got me thinking, this amazing poem.

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  14. UnknownFebruary 15, 2015 at 6:48 PM

    You lift the knife
    You do
    Remember that always

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  15. ManiparnaFebruary 16, 2015 at 12:28 AM

    Wonderful imagery..sharp and strong... :-)

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  16. Sumana RoyFebruary 16, 2015 at 2:03 AM

    oh..so intense...

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  17. Jae RoseFebruary 16, 2015 at 5:40 AM

    Counting can be not comfort and curse...part of the ritual...i hope perhaps that at some point the knife will be laid to rest..visceral and yet beautifully engaging poem

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  18. Jae RoseFebruary 16, 2015 at 5:40 AM

    ps should read both comfort and curse...sorry

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  19. Sunday Reflections or Stumbling Towards Happiness by Bill HollandFebruary 16, 2015 at 6:50 AM

    Poets just starting out should be required to read your poetry. Your images are always perfect...the flow perfect.....your work is just a joy to read.

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  20. TorieFebruary 16, 2015 at 8:46 AM

    This is intense, Audrey! I feel like this really packs a punch of emotion right into you. Brilliant!

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  21. humbirdFebruary 16, 2015 at 11:56 AM

    You put those images very close in front of our eyes, zoomed them in. Makes me to wish to calm the pain, to assure that everything will be fine and gone....but do we really want to stop...?

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  22. Ruchira KhannaFebruary 16, 2015 at 2:32 PM

    You portrayed her emotions so well...all I can do is wish her peace :)

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  23. Rosemary Nissen-WadeFebruary 17, 2015 at 12:30 AM

    Very graphic!

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  24. AnonymousFebruary 17, 2015 at 8:59 AM

    good usage of five senses.
    lovely imagery.

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  25. janetldFebruary 17, 2015 at 10:08 AM

    Oh, wow, the first part especially, but really all of it!

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  26. Maggie Patti Barbara Frankford-WaltonFebruary 19, 2015 at 7:33 AM

    festival and beautiful. truly enjoy your poetry.

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  27. Maggie Patti Barbara Frankford-WaltonFebruary 19, 2015 at 7:33 AM

    Happy Day.

    http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/2015/02/hyde-park-thursday-poets-rally-week-80.html

    the perfect poet award for week 80, please enjoy and have fun for next poets rally.

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  28. Gen Giggles February 19, 2015 at 8:09 AM

    I agree with Rosemary. Very well written

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  29. Optimistic ExistentialistFebruary 21, 2015 at 4:19 PM

    Love can leave some deep scars...this is so beautiful...

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  30. Malia Craig Tagg Lawrence PageFebruary 22, 2015 at 12:07 PM

    love is not medicine or food.
    it is a feeling that goes up and down, beautiful metaphors.

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  31. Wendy BourkeMarch 1, 2015 at 4:16 PM

    Love does extort a cost - sometimes, an unbearable cost . . . or so it seems, in that moment.

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