In the palm of a gypsy
In the palm of a gypsy –
The snout of a pig
Does in to exhale.
We gather ‘round our camper-van,
Desperate for a man
At sixteen, only,
Too late to marry.
Dimples pushed aside,
I entrust my pelvic floor
With a baby to grow
Before the uterus comes
Too shriveled,
Too barren, too wrinkled
and old (at sixteen)
To be thought
Attractive or kind;
This man of mine
Now feeds a family
For sure, with the empty cans
Of labour,
With a broken back,
Disheartened and sore
And hits me with
His open palm.
In the palm of a gypsy –
The snout of a pig
Does in to exhale,
Does breathe to adore.
This piece is deep … I had to read it – the poem compelled me to finish it.
This poem is thought provoking …
Dimples pushed aside,
I entrust my pelvic floor
With a baby to grow
Before the uterus comes
Too shriveled,
Too barren, too wrinkled
and old (at sixteen)
To be thought
Attractive or kind…
WOW.
November 18, 2011 at 3:24 pm
Yes truly deep indeed, brilliant piece of art!
Keep it up Tara
November 18, 2011 at 5:43 pm
Really nice rolling rhythm.
November 18, 2011 at 3:24 pm
Powerful.
November 18, 2011 at 5:52 pm
I don’t write lyrical poems, but this was quite cool. Keep it up. I’d love for you to guest-blog a poem on my blog some time.
November 18, 2011 at 6:49 pm
I absolutely love this piece, it captured me as soon as i read the first two lines. Just wonderful!
November 18, 2011 at 6:53 pm
This is very strong and very musical! Has a great structure/form underneath. Really liked this a lot!
November 18, 2011 at 7:55 pm
wow..!! loved the depyh of the feeling that is captured. Love the most-
Too late to marry.
Dimples pushed aside,
I entrust my pelvic floor
With a baby to grow
Before the uterus comes
Too shriveled,
Too barren, too wrinkled
and old (at sixteen)
To be thought
November 18, 2011 at 8:43 pm
I read it three times. It seemed to wave into the grave end and I cannot forget the phrase, “Gypsy palm”. very vivid,
Linda
November 18, 2011 at 8:46 pm
This is a really magnificent piece. The story and the human pathos is really well rendered. I enjoyed your poem.
Regards,
Dpma;d
November 18, 2011 at 8:48 pm
There’s a wonderful fearlessness about your work – it really is breathtaking.
November 18, 2011 at 9:16 pm
Thank you! I’m probably the most scared person I know, so I’m happy to hear that.
November 18, 2011 at 10:53 pm
We’re all scared – some of us are just better at hiding it than others, and even fewer have the courage to admit it.
Your work inspires.
Be well and smile – I like the idea of you smiling very much.
November 19, 2011 at 12:53 am
Very scary poem, for sure; but also very powerful and quirky in the best of ways. K.
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November 19, 2011 at 3:00 am
This is just brilliant.
November 19, 2011 at 3:26 am
Mighty, moving and memorable. Strong work, thank you for sharing
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November 19, 2011 at 6:48 am
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November 19, 2011 at 11:54 pm
I agree with the rest. This was provocative, poignant and deep. I HAD to finish it.
November 20, 2011 at 1:19 pm
This sure says a lot in a few words. Very good writing and filled with emotion! Sincerely, Connie Webb
November 20, 2011 at 5:52 pm
“Does breathe to adore”
What a lovely tantrum of imagery.
November 20, 2011 at 6:37 pm
very good!
November 20, 2011 at 8:53 pm
Well done. Not everything is revealed at once. The story is slowly told, empathy built, and reality unveiled in such a raw way. I love the simple imagery, letting the reader form their meanings. Yes, well done indeed.
November 20, 2011 at 9:45 pm
Thank you Tara for likeing my work.
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November 21, 2011 at 6:19 am
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thank you so much for your kind words
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November 22, 2011 at 12:59 am
I enjoy the compact quality of your style; no wasted words, each one specific, meaningful. To be able to select just the right ones, vivid, yet not too wild that the reader can not follow your path of meaning, THAT is craft in good poetry. You obviously have a handle on it!
November 22, 2011 at 11:22 am
Whoouu ! I had to read it three times… it is pure stress at the max allowed by the doctor, it is despair in the most primitive form and yet… there is hope at the end. How you did it?
I clicked the LIKE button. There was no LOVE IT button to push… too bad.
I’m honored that you noticed my blog. I’m not a poet, I write prose. My blog is… my gym, where I do my work-out for the real stuff… my novel, soon to be finished… hopefully.
pierre
btw. I subscribed to your blog… but you know it already.
November 28, 2011 at 6:52 pm
A window through which we can only peer….amazing in depth, so sorrowful, yet brilliant, impossible not to feel for the sweet girl.
December 17, 2011 at 2:21 pm