What Was With That Poem I Once Wrote?

My heart spilled out in words I could not say —
Written with blood dripped from thorns of disapproval,
On petals plucked with
Wishes, that destroyed the flower but at least —
They fell in a pleasant pattern at your feet.

Things not visible on my face —
Or maybe so if you ever thought to look,
If you ever cared to, if you ever dared to —
We could’ve written a book, a collaborative effort
To make a space for people like me.

A picture painted of love and lust and passion and mistrust —
Despite the time I imagined we spent together,
Somehow I crawled like an ant up a sand dune during a monsoon
Unrequited, though I told myself undecided —
As if I had a choice.

Emotions that I could not explain —
Obsession, compulsion, depression, despair
Laid waste to the page, my soul laid bare,
My depravity displayed, codified there —
For your condemnation.

– Written for Poets United Midweek Motif: Writing Poetry. Why Write Poetry? and/or What Is Poetry? Consider limiting yourself to addressing one poem rather than generalizing.
The poem I referenced for my response is called Depraved. It was the first poem I ever had published.

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Author: LearaWrites

I am a stay-at-home mama, a voice actor, an artist, a photographer, and a writer. I love animals and the ocean. I have an AA in Fine Arts and a BA in Psychology. I am an observer, a storyteller, a dreamer.

11 thoughts on “What Was With That Poem I Once Wrote?”

  1. That is often the way of poetry, to say what one might not be able to say out loud. Sometimes when I read an old poem of mine, I marvel that my subconcious knew what I did not yet consciously know till much later. Very cool poem. Nice to see you at Poets United.

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  2. Oooooo. I love how the poem is sacrifice (the thorns and petals and pattern at the feet) and the poem is a body and it is the face of the poet. Am I reading you right? So completely vulnerable. Yes!

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  3. That is the beauty of writing to create a world that readers can’t distinguish between reality and fiction but are then drawn in to be part of the scene themselves. I enjoyed the read.

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