Losing your mind feels like
Slipping your chaffed hands into a pair of rubber gloves
Plunging them into hot washing up water
Hearing the chink of porcelain, knocking against glass
Impossibly fragile.
Soon the water grows murky
You cannot see, nor reach the bottom
From the top of your head to the ache in your feet
Standing wooden, bones imploring, knitted sweater itching corner of your cheek
Passion in contrast, hot freedom, dusty legs slightly parted, cold between
An urge as you stand beside the sink
To dive in
Silent impulse on a cold day to keep your hands deep
As long as the water stays hot
That feeling when most of you is dry and clothed, but part
Is submerged in warmth, feeling like fingers working their way up
Stockings, underwear, the electric wire beneath wool
Into the mirage of your longing to let go, absolve yourself of .. it all
If you could release, lie back in kneeding waves
You might let your weary cracked elbows
Then shoulders, sopping, sink beneath
Climbing into the sink, patent shoes slipping
Brassiere faded by multiple wear, a grey strap, a bulge of apricot breast
Hair loose and dripping, reflecting against dull tin
A buttoned up woman trying to gain admittance
All thoughts stewing in your head like vegetables boiled in water lose
Their flavor …
As politely you wash and rinse, checking against light for water spots
No one shall ever know, the devouring urge beneath your coat
Wow!!… That was a very visceral and vivid read for me. How does one describe the slipping away, the losing of oneself? You did so here.
And all that hidden from view beneath the garment that the world sees.
Brilliant. ⚘💕
I can relate, my, my words of brilliance
A storm, bottled in dark glass with a mundane label.
Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
TheFeatheredSleep – Just doing the dishes? Not so simple.
An intriguing poem about real life!
This is just fabulous!!
Wow. Brilliant work, this.
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Thank you Candice, you’re a gem! M
That’s how I looked Monday. I feel hit my head on 1/4 glass table and my head was a gusher. Six staple later I’m fine.
Thinking of you. M
Thank you so much!
Thank you dear one!
ha ha ha a great summation!
I truly love your interpretations of what I write so much! Clever man you!
Thank you gorgeous. I miss the last picture but this one is beautiful too! xo (good to see your face again)
Thank you so much dear Adnama xo
EXACTLY RIGHT (just wrote you back – email)
Thank you. I personally like this poem and I do not like (THAT much) all that I write by any means, so when I do I have to ask myself, why does it speak to me? Interestingly the ones people like best I usually like least and vice versa, my favorites are not usually others. Each to their own and all but I’m glad you liked this one as I did. For me it explained the shifting into losing time/your mind as well as a sexual frustration that was lit by the exploration of the mundane (washing-up) and the emotions of ordinary life and what we as you say, hide.
Thanks candy, I figured why not just my face back as my gravatar.
Well I have no complaints because you are a beautiful person inside and out. But never let others dictate what you want to do, that’s the price of creativity and you are always well within your rights to express yourself girl
Did you really have staples? For real? OMG!
Thank you dearest!
Thank you so much dearest caribou crossing xo
Six! When I had brain surgery there were close to 75 staples. Gone is the way of the needle. 🙂
You’re the best. Today hit so close to home it hurt.
I will remember that hugs and love thanks C.
Dear lord. I told you didn’t I? A close friend had brain surgery and had staples? I didn’t know you had so many that is a LOT that’s practically your entire skull. You are such a fighter and trooper and survivor, never forget that. I can’t believe you had six just now! Be careful my friend! BIG HUGS
Simply brilliant!
You nailed this, C. Absolutely and utterly.
Thank you so much T. Check FB msg btw. 💓
You are Welcome. ☺👍
This is poetry. You made me feel the losing of mind and control. A outstanding poem my friend.
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Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
You know that moving image made this poem more……
Wow.. visceral – gut wrenching explosion of emotions one can no longer contain within the mind.. what we hide can take one to the brink of no return..
Brilliant write – I love your talented self😊
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Such a perfect evocation – and such an apt header image
”No one shall ever know, the devouring urge beneath your coat.” Urgh! yes!
Your incredible writing inspires me. I can’t match your talent but you’ve always blown me away and made me try harder.