We fall into love easy,
that prismed insanity with no asylum
seen as rainbows arcing cursive
a name across April and are lost
to some happily ever
but it is the after that bleeds–
tearing away what’s grown together
not with scalpeled cleanness
but blunt dissection–
learning after the fact whose body
which veins belong to, shared humors
staining the field and obscuring vision.
This procedure should be delicate
and staged, as in freeing
conjoined twins;
learning which nerves
fire pain fastest, whose heart
is held in gloved hands,
deciding who dies;
but this, done with words
and without anesthesia, the knives
of our mouths bladed and shining;
never autoclaved,
kills everything.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Had to read to read this twice. The depth with which you write woman! Love the cutting imagery… So very true. The death.
Audra, thank you. Rough one to write, but had to do it…
Good to let it out and flow it did
Thanks, hon.
God I love this Susan! Love is not the easy route, it never was…it destroys us before it sets us free.
Nirvani, thank you so much! Yeah, we all know the script on this one…
magnificent (so true is just like that)
Aw, Doris, thanks!
Wow! Susan, a really terrific poem. The after that bleeds, shining bladed mouths. I loved every part. Thank you.
Joseph, thank you–you just made my night!
just wanted you to know I read this and enjoyed it, even though it hits a little too close to home at the moment
Hitting me there right now, too, purple. If we were in the same town, I’d buy you a coffee somewhere, and we could talk.
This is a very powerful piece. Love it. Thanks for sharing 🙂
Oh, thank you so much. Nice to “meet” you.
utterly real. the true ever after.
Thanks, Shrinks. It is raw and bloody, as so much of life is. Too fucking bad we can’t stick to the rainbows.
it appears that polar opposites have some sort of asshole purpose…
Now you are cracking me up! So true.
I wish I could figure that one out, but that sentence might be the best I’ll ever do!
I like it. Let me mull it around some.
Hey–I am at a loss for a title. Any ideas?
I’m so bad at titles, I say if you are at a loss, then it should remain unnamed. I tend to go with the obviously boring, so I would title this “surgery” or “freed limbs” or something mundane.
That’s my problem, too. I totally suck at titles.
I have stopped caring. I wish I cared about titles, because I am meticulous when it comes to Names.
I was looking at some mary Oliver poetry for a friend tonight, and one of my favorites of hers is just called “Poem.”
If she can do it, so can we 😉
Ha, I love that. I might call all of them that from now on.
You should!
Ohhh, look at you. Nice title-ing : )
Thanks! That is courtesy of Johnny C. He is a title master.
I like it!
Me too, I love that crab.
Youch.
Aw, thanks, Jules. It does sting.
How about “Shared Humors”. For me, stealing words from the poem itself sometimes works when I’m stuck for a title. You could spell it “Humours” too. Gives it more of a medical/clinical (disease/dis-ease) feel. Dunno. Just thinking out loud.
Love it whatever you call it.
Johnny, you are wonderful for saying so, and the poem loves you back! I kind of like shared humours…
“Delicate Procedures”?
Hmmm, going with your first suggestion for now, as the procedure itself is rather the opposite of delicate. Calling it “The dis-ease of shared humours” for now…
Yumm.
I like it, and thanking you for the brilliance of it! CRAP! Am I missing Bill Maher?!?
Those cutting images. First husband (long gone) called me “razor mouth” when he was happy with me. It took me years to realize this was not a term of endearment. Thanks for the reminder of a very good choice many years ago for me to wander off into the sunset on that one.
Oh, Alice–understood!
I understand NOW, too.
Ouch. Very … uh… incisive.
Hee, hee. Thanks.
so I just want to know who carried out the thesaurus & dictionary implant and added the brilliantly creative mind…. because this is very special indeed.
Oh, Gosh, thanks!
powerful stuff Susan …
Thanks, Polly!
that second stanza is rock-solid in my mind. I like the cut of your jib.
Oh, Terry, thank you.
O Susan! This slices all the way down to the bones of my history… Sometimes you have to kiss a lot of scalpels before you find a rainbow! The imagery is violent, visceral, intense – and so on target.
And you just gave me another idea…
Wonderful! Skipping over to your blog now!
okay… there! see “The Sort”
😉
oh wow…excellent images to paint the process visible…it’s tough
Aw, Claudia, thanks!
I was disturbed but had to delve into it~quite a reef full of dangerous coral!
Yes…
It strikes at some sensitive spots. I’m in a post-relationship existence, which is freeing in one sense, but missed in another. It can be no other way.
It seems to me that we should not be so wounding to those we love, but yet we are.
You language is so rich and visceral; your analogy is apt. Beautiful.
Adriene, thank you.
I like this, A LOT
Thank you, Chris!
Powerful and sharp, as it should be. 🙂
Oh, thank you, C.