The Function of Mud
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kconners
i stand in the middle of the floor
toes pointing north
heart pulling west
toward the dirt and moss
where you lie
my feet can't move
they have forgotten how
i would bury them with you
so you could teach them
right from left,
teach my heart to beat again
instead, i stuff dirt into my mouth
swallow its grit
feel it follow veins
i am a golem
in the dark
but only until the next tear
falls
turning my feet to mud
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2017
posted for Poets and for dVerse
Some superb imagery here, a really good poem, thank you for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteLove how you brought in the golem in this... maybe myths a built around such an emotion
ReplyDeleteSo sad....the "dirt ad moss where you lie....." loss is so hard.
ReplyDeleteA most emotive poem written in the kind of understated way that packs on the impact - marvellous!
ReplyDeleteThis poem is dense with emotion, filled with mystery!
ReplyDeleteSuch deep emotion....
ReplyDelete'but only until the next tear
falls
turning my feet to mud'
O, this is the special poem with emotions discovered at the depth of heart,strong and vulnerable like we all have.
ReplyDeleteSuch imagery! Feelings so deep that to release them makes them harder to bear.
ReplyDeletePowerfully bleak.
ReplyDeleteImpactful and emotive - a catharsis, of sorts - or so it felt to me. Brilliant, visceral images in this.
ReplyDeleteWhat John said! Goodness gracious, the imagery brings that dirt and mud right into reader. Intense.
ReplyDeleteA very poignant poem So deep so sad
ReplyDeleteSuch sadness!
ReplyDeletei am a golem in the dark
ReplyDeletebut only until the next tear
falls
An eerie feeling is duly registered coupled with some anticipated sadness! Very effectively mysterious Audrey!
Hank
How well you express grief for a loved one as you feel you have lost a part of yourself and you are not complete anymore without them.
ReplyDeletei would bury them with you
ReplyDeleteso you could teach them
right from left,
teach my heart to beat again
This brought tears to my eyes.. so beautiful.. so touching.
The pain is palpable! Oddly beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI can feel the deep sorrow and those tears turning feet to mud. I usually say "I am standing in a puddle of muddle" I am not sure where I picked up that phrase.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful revisit to an excellent poem of sorrow... from the title and onward.
ReplyDeleteBlimey Audrey, this is such a strong piece and my favourite so far from you. Really took me inside your emotion.
ReplyDeleteSo well written.
ReplyDeleteSuch sadness.
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ReplyDeleteMany strong emotions in this...from the numbing immobility to the abject grief through loss. I'm thinking the function of mud is to hold us/things together. Love the photo.
ReplyDeleteGayle ~
Such loss can drain the motivation to move.
ReplyDeleteDeep and dark...it grabbed me, from start to finish!
ReplyDeleteWonderfully said! Your poem gives a new meaning to mud.
ReplyDeleteThis is an exquisite poem that speaks so eloquently of grief. Anyone who has known this grief inhabits this space with you. Thank you for sharing with us.
ReplyDeleteI so know that missing, Audrey.....seven and a half years later, i still miss my boy so much.
ReplyDeleteOh honey, I just saw this. 4 yes ago today she was with us/me at Pt. Isabel. So many hugs I have for you.
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