The Function of Mud



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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

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Comments

  1. Some superb imagery here, a really good poem, thank you for sharing it.

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  2. Love how you brought in the golem in this... maybe myths a built around such an emotion

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  3. So sad....the "dirt ad moss where you lie....." loss is so hard.

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  4. A most emotive poem written in the kind of understated way that packs on the impact - marvellous!

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  5. This poem is dense with emotion, filled with mystery!

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  6. Such deep emotion....

    'but only until the next tear
    falls
    turning my feet to mud'

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  7. O, this is the special poem with emotions discovered at the depth of heart,strong and vulnerable like we all have.

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  8. Such imagery! Feelings so deep that to release them makes them harder to bear.

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  9. Impactful and emotive - a catharsis, of sorts - or so it felt to me. Brilliant, visceral images in this.

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  10. What John said! Goodness gracious, the imagery brings that dirt and mud right into reader. Intense.

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  11. A very poignant poem So deep so sad

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  12. i am a golem in the dark
    but only until the next tear
    falls

    An eerie feeling is duly registered coupled with some anticipated sadness! Very effectively mysterious Audrey!

    Hank

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  13. 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.

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  14. i would bury them with you
    so you could teach them
    right from left,
    teach my heart to beat again


    This brought tears to my eyes.. so beautiful.. so touching.

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  15. I 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.

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  16. A wonderful revisit to an excellent poem of sorrow... from the title and onward.

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  17. Blimey Audrey, this is such a strong piece and my favourite so far from you. Really took me inside your emotion.

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  19. Many 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.
    Gayle ~

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  20. Such loss can drain the motivation to move.

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  21. Deep and dark...it grabbed me, from start to finish!

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  22. Wonderfully said! Your poem gives a new meaning to mud.

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  23. This 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.

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  24. I so know that missing, Audrey.....seven and a half years later, i still miss my boy so much.

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  25. Oh 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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