I find myself looking at my cold hands
Unable to warm through
Destined to be dry and desiccate
Metaphor for exhaustion
When doors are not sufficient to challenge the unease of living
When it is colder inside than without
Yet retreat is the only certainty
You wound me in ways you cannot understand
Ways I didn’t think existed
They only do if you are fool enough
Long I wait measuring time in butterflies
Ravenous for nectar they summon dormant plants to sprout
Watchful for the chant of life that accompanies the sun
When you take a drive I imagine that’s what you seek too
Some reaffirmed moment
While I can no more summon faith than tan
Beneath UV
For one it beckons an end to their winter sleep
The other, she appreciates the warmth but it is
More harmful than beneficial
As you with your rough emotions
Use scythe and sledge-hammer
Bluntly
And then wonder
With clueless expression
Why I bleed?
TheFeatheredSleep 
I rarely leave comments unless I have experienced something that truly touches me. There is something that you express in your poems that keeps me coming back. Keeps me looking forward to your next poem. I don’t find this much with poets. Within your poetry I experience so many things. So many feelings. You express positive and negative emotions in a way that they don’t overshadow each other. Your poetry has caused an expansion within myself. Not so much the words but the feelings within the words. The individual power expressed. The personal empowerment. The passion that flows from every line. The deep care that you have for the things that are important to you. This expansion within myself is still something I am trying to understand because it is new to me. So many aspects come from what I experience from your poetry as a whole. A feeling of rebellion. A feeling of standing up for myself. A feeling of standing up for others. A feeling of individuality. A feeling of community and love. A feeling of vulnerability that is not to be confused with weakness. A deep honesty. A feeling of realism. You are so real and this is so refreshing for me to experience in another person. Within all your poetry I don’t experience any hate, any judgment of others. Though your poems might not always directly express it, I feel a great love within the feeling of your poems. All these things have moved me deeply and affected me very much. I so enjoy expansion, especially when I had become so stagnant. I don’t know if I could put to words how much thought and personal expansion I have experienced from your expressions. This isn’t so much a complement but a huge Thank you!
Let me know if you get it and if I scared you.
” metaphor for exhaustion ” allows us room to meditate on that and see what emotions bubble up from our personal experience. A work of heart-felt writing and reelection. Thank you for sharing your gifts with us. Thank you for being our guide to places we could not imagine without you!
Marvelous as usual, but where’d you get my prom picture?
I’m crying with laughter! !!!!!!! BRILLIANT! !!!!!
😳 you know I’m a smarty-pants. Love ya.
Alex. Oh my! I can’t respond this is … the best most encouragement I could ever receive. Thank you so much sounds paltry and yet I mean it so very much.
I’m going to email you further.
You’re hilarious that was genius! I used to be told i resembled her haha I’d say with or without the hot pigs blood!!!!
I did and write you back 😉
I wrote u back
I’m sorry that is weird. I received nothing. If you feel like it, you can try me at twiceborn
Grr I’ll resend asap
I’m so happy that you take my thoughts as encouragement because I don’t want you to stop writing. I truly enjoy your expressions.
Feel free to email if you would like. I now have a contact page on my blog.
Lmao! I have to admit you do look a bit like her. And that’s a good thing, girlfriend. I love Sissy Spacek. I fell in love with the bad romance movie she did with Kevin Kline in the 80’s – it’s one of geek out girl flicks.
I really don’t look like her but she’s brilliant isn’t she? How about the one with her and Jessica lange? Awesome lady
Yes! Violeta are Blue. That’s the name of it.
How mystifying can be lack of emotional language
Powerful poem!
Thank you so much dear Vonita
Yes. And I think more and more we’re seeing this as people lose the art of communication en mass including emotional language right?
Now I need a Sissy day I think!
Dear Alex, I couldn’t find your contact info, if you have a spare moment could you email me at candicelouisa@rocketmail.com and then I can write you back – thank you so much
You made me so happy.
Indeed. I think I’ll join you 😊
Another gem among the treasure chest filled to the brim with sparkling facets. “You wound me in ways you cannot understand/Ways I didn’t think existed..” This may be the truest statement about humanity ever penned.
Right
Thank you my friend. Are you back from your travels?
Yes. Looking forward to another batch.
Loving those bull-in-a-china-shop types can sure take you through the wringer!
BTW, that picture of Carrie is the best. It’s that oh-sh!t moment when everyone suddenly sees they are about to reap what they’ve sown the past years.
Yes!! You’re so right!!!!
Photos please!
Email me when you have time? Missed you!♡
The “scythe and sledge-hammer” was a pretty cool image.
What an intriguing concept to measure time in butterflies !
Stole it from the Butterfly Effect a little! 😉
I thought you may have 🙂
Wow
This is a wonderful way of saying, So you intentionally hurt me and then have the never to ask why I bleed? Isn’t this always the finally thing that we always say would make us laugh if it didn’t hurt so much. Those people who look at us with confusion when they are the cause of the suffering.
Amazing, Again. ❤
Oh yes so very true! I have experienced this a couple of times and it’s almost unfathomnable but maybe as Rita once said, they don’t know what they do (or why?)
I suspect they do…they just do not care…and they don’t know what to say when you show them what they’ve done…so they act oblivious.
I think they do also. I mean I tried to believe they didn’t know, and in some instances I’m sure that is true, in others I see them do it too much and I know they’re being what is it? Passive aggressive? I know I have done that too in my life I’m sure of it, but I try to be upfront and honest, I think of what we talked about and how there is a code of honor one can live by – why is that so weird? I don’t think it is AT ALL