Often, I beg: Open me. Please.
Fill the wound with something I can use
Deliver me words like a sunbeam gilding dust.
//
The words come too much, not enough. I can't
pin beating wings to cardboard, or map the movement
of a firefly unless it's in a jar.
//
And so it's like, shut up. Adults are talking.
How will I ever know when I'm hearing it right
if I never listen?
//
They talk too much: be teachable, patient, pliant,
ready with my knife. When it hurts to hone
it's working.
//
The vase is only dangerous when it turns to narrow diffuse light.
The wound is still waiting to be heard.
Are you listening?
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I have been taking some time away from writing. I haven't forgotten about Vocal, the truth is I just have been too busy pursuing other things to write online and honestly, my little family and I just had a really hard month between the flu and a weird eye infection/cold circulating our house. I'm currently sipping some warm peppermint tea because my throat is sore.
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'I can't pin beating wings to cardboard, or map the movement of a firefly unless it's in a jar.' Wow wow wow, those are perfect lines!!! "When it hurts to hone it's working." That is painfully accurate but wonderfully worded. Those last two lines especially are utterly breathtaking!
Crazy, I wrote something similar in my drafts on here last night about writing from the wound… and my subtitle was “some musings.” It wasn’t in poetic form though, just stream of consciousness. I had the idea to turn it into a poem later. But this just strengthens my belief that creative people are tapped into the same source.
I agree with Hayley, that is an amazing line. But the final question is what got me. The implication that artists do not listen to their inner woundedness is deeply saddening
Gosh this was so freaking deep! Loved your poem so much!
Loved this Suze! You captured the tortured creative so well! My fav line was, "When it hurts to hone...it's working."