the dis-ease of shared humours

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.

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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66 Responses to the dis-ease of shared humours

  1. unfetteredbs says:

    Had to read to read this twice. The depth with which you write woman! Love the cutting imagery… So very true. The death.

  2. God I love this Susan! Love is not the easy route, it never was…it destroys us before it sets us free.

  3. Doris says:

    magnificent (so true is just like that)

  4. Wow! Susan, a really terrific poem. The after that bleeds, shining bladed mouths. I loved every part. Thank you.

  5. purple says:

    just wanted you to know I read this and enjoyed it, even though it hits a little too close to home at the moment

  6. ginaorlandi says:

    This is a very powerful piece. Love it. Thanks for sharing 🙂

  7. utterly real. the true ever after.

  8. 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.

  9. Alice Keys says:

    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.

  10. oneofaclass says:

    Ouch. Very … uh… incisive.

  11. 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.

  12. powerful stuff Susan …

  13. mobius faith says:

    that second stanza is rock-solid in my mind. I like the cut of your jib.

  14. yeoldefoole says:

    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…

  15. yeoldefoole says:

    okay… there! see “The Sort”

  16. claudia says:

    oh wow…excellent images to paint the process visible…it’s tough

  17. I was disturbed but had to delve into it~quite a reef full of dangerous coral!

  18. nelle says:

    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.

  19. You language is so rich and visceral; your analogy is apt. Beautiful.

  20. cfbrown (कवि) says:

    I like this, A LOT

  21. Powerful and sharp, as it should be. 🙂

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