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




Comments

  1. very profound movements of your words.

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  2. Gripping imagery of empirical knowledge.

    Wishing you a lovey week.

    Poppy

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

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

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

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

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

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  12. 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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  13. You lift the knife
    You do
    Remember that always

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

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  15. 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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  16. ps should read both comfort and curse...sorry

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

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

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

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  22. 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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  23. I agree with Rosemary. Very well written

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

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

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

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