Winter Wear
This poem and the photograph are inspired by a poet here on Poeticus. For more details and a link to the poem, please head to the artist's page in the note section below.
It is a beautiful Monday morning
I am preparing for the sunrise upon life
It will ask all of humankind lovingly,
“Where am I now?”
If we were thus inclined to care,
We would be able to share our thoughts
Without revoking:
You are cascading upon the hills and mountains
Sheltering the ignorant from woe
You sweep us off of our feet
More ready to stand for us than we think
And in all your resplendent shadow made of light
I’m craving poetry more than you;
Since I find it best to assume
I don’t know what to do with you,
For you are distant from me
Words are easy...
People carry them in the form of shovels
Collecting snow
And only a Nordic Islander
Dwelling deep within the
Winter Solstice call can really know that
They will say from a soul darkened by
The oxymoron known as the bad of love
“Prepare for the herd one day”
But I prepare to be heard one day
Since I have no idea when the herd will come
I’m new here... life’s different on ice.
It’s bound to break in the end, I’m sure
And when the shards of this season spread out
Like chunks of dried mayonnaise upon
A slice of buttered bread
We’ll see what the winter said this year about the herd
We waited long for
When it arrives, can we still be there?
Or will time tell us he will not be friendly to our will to stand in one place?
As I read Clementine’s deep sea
Of what we all tend to wrestle with;
Insufferable love being sufferable
Thus comes inspiration from
The gist of
Power of persuasion
Waiting in a bedroom painted with arousal
He haunts and keeps you so narcotically
With his genitals
You imagined they were a fragrant fantasy
Dressed in Jasmine
Shapeshifting freaks into fondlings
You wanted them in you
So you could intimately name his lips
His cheeks, his nose
Tell them personally what you think about them
While watching his eyes glisten in response
To how his heart rises and falls at your words
Because to you these places on his face are individual bodies
Capable of standing alone on the jigsaw puzzle boardwalk
Called your soul
To tell their own story of how they’ve
Possessed the very essence of your womanhood
He will taunt you with his kisses
By first drawing you in like a fish
With his index finger saying “Come here”
His teeth agreeably rape your vermillion borders with passion’s might
Before running off quietly into the abyss’s dead of night
For only that can keep you
From being heard wishing you could scream
At the sound of his satisfied sigh on your neck
Because you are all he ever thinks about
But that’s doubtful
And I relate to every word on this digital frame
Keeping copies of her soul
Which is not open for debate from anyone
These words are only here for you and me to agree
Respect and offer sympathy
And I design mine for her as she has done for me
Poetically
He cried before I could ever
Understand how tears are processed
Because of:
Pain
Broken promises
Lies
Slander
Cheating
Public humiliation
Misinterpretation
Rejection
Being beaten
Force fed
Raped
Molested
Pillaged
Plundered
Pirated
Stolen from
High jacked
Annihilated
Ghosted...
So how come my tears can’t console
One another any longer if they are still youthful?
There was one who used to come
Picking fights with demons
Lording over ones
Wanting more than what little bit of heaven
Got emasculated under the weight of all this hell
I would have dreams of male-kind!!!
Of taking his body under my wings
And wait for the storm to cease its debilitating taunt of the both of us
To make sure our fears are so taut on the feathers
We’d be too scared to soar
I pushed and I pushed
For you
And I tried
And I failed
And I faked the funk
And I forgave
And I laughed
And I listened
And I encouraged with my advice
Till I gave you all that I had
Of my heart
And I failed
And I failed
And I failed
And I prayed
And I was willing to break
In your cave
To be remade
Into a better bird
With bigger wings
To do better things....
All for you.
To never be immersed in the storm
Whilst you became a flood for me
For your own goals
Your own life
Your own thoughts
Your own dreams
All look like stone trees
Because you petrified everything around you;
Now standing in a sea of fossilized life
And it may be the most beautiful thing
You’ve ever seen;
Our core as crystal
But we cannot speak to you
And if history is any teacher
That’s a milestone you must conquer before sex
That’s a real dream of yours
Everything you know is wrapped around that
And I was the only woman
Who wouldn’t fight you for always thinking on that level
Since I can’t forget
That I have dreams
I have dreams that need your naked body
Dreams of my man canvas
Dreams of breaking bad
By moaning good
Via your touch
Your taste
Your smell
Your sound
The sight of you nude
I don’t want to hate that anymore, fear that anymore
Good like Mr. and Mrs.
Your whole name
But I am being mishandled in your hands
I am not given full thought; undivided attention
But there is something about me
You don’t understand that I am fully aware of
As evil has planned long and hard over my life
And I am now beginning to it fight back
Come hell, or high water, or you
I... am not side-chick material.
I’m not a car.
You cannot test drive me
I’m not a layaway item at these selective stores
Around the United States of America that aren’t willing to admit
Straight to your face,
“If you can’t afford this now, leave it alone
You are only hurting yourself
And stripping precious time from our employees
If we have to put it back on the shelf
Because you did not pay
Because you would not pay
Because you could not pay.”
I will not be put on reserve
I am fashioned to be the crowning, priceless
Cherished jewel
I have no need for your calcification process
To make me your crystal
I am already radiant
A pear that you can only
Dive into deep waters to have me
As this sea is not filled with your abundant ignorance
Of who I have the power to be if you’d
Just reach your hand out as your testosterone requires
I am the one and only
Valued as such
Yet the majority of men entrusted with this care
Treat Kleenex with more thought
I can understand why you don’t really like religion
Because it tells every woman
There is a Guy who went the full length
Of valuing her more than life itself
And there’s something about that concept
You can’t handle since there wasn’t
A single inch of His penis involved
When He met me
And started talking about, “I love you.”
There was no ruler to measure it
Against the whole fleet of His
Lust born and bred competition
He came to me
Fully clothed and purposed to be so
Despite what I was thinking about it
What you were thinking about it
To Him I am more than your boner at midnight, midnoons, mid-dawn
Midday, midair, mid breath, mid-length, midriff, mid rise, mid fall, midsize, midleg, mid gut, midcourse, mid-stroke, mid-thrust, midway, mid bite,
And mistrust...
It is a beautiful Monday morning
I am preparing for the sunrise upon life
It will ask all of humankind lovingly,
“Where am I now?”
As it awaits the answer I’ll write
Like an ancient scribe
Aspiring to log a life lesson
It will be there unashamed, unhidden
Melting winter away for the herd
I’ve been waiting to adore
So they can cover me in wool
Next year
When the frigid months return
For more details please see where the inspiration came from: https://www.poeticous.com/rebecca-rukavina/insufferable-brain
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