She wasn't sure who the man was in her bed someone she once loved suddenly a stranger, a false party without satiation or resolve wanting to love for the sake of love for the memory of it with hopes it may still be a seed after all the dead leaves are swept away it may grow again She is afraid to let go for love or nostalgia perhaps for compassion His own broken hearted and disparaged countenounce delves deep and remains churned Together they are eviscerate apart they are able to stand
“Churned”
23 Wednesday Jan 2013
Posted in POETRY
It is better to be alone than alone with someone.
Very, very true, thanks for expressing that.
Together they are eviscerate
apart they are able to stand
Yes. Great finish
Thank you so much, I appreciate that, and it’s so humbling to be quoted, thank you.
Wow….you just summed up my marriage beautifully. I even wrote about feeling less alone now that I am divorced.
Sadly, there are too many people who can relate to this I’m sure. Glad you’re happier now :)
Me too! Thanks.
You’re welcome ;)
As stated above, being alone in a relationship is the worst.
Absolutely.
….thus, reiterating my OWN fear of marriage.
10 yrs of dodging the bullet has left me cold and harder (not to mention, ten years older).
Well, perhaps you haven’t found the right person yet, when you do, age doesn’t matter :)
Age doesn’t seem to be the issue. It’s, uh, boredom and the prospect of taking care of yet another human being. Ugh!
lol I don’t know what to tell you then ;)
A sad note, when love is gone…
The other appears as a stranger; as you wrote.
A stranger one sees through the eyes of disinterested emptiness.
And a sense of ‘confused probability’ at the memory of loving one so removed…!
Thank You; I enjoyed the read… albeit sad…!
A beautiful and acute comment, thank you so much for sharing your perspective!
This was just a tiny teeny weeny little bit uncomfortable to read because it reminded me of my marriage and ex hubby. However I’m glad that I got out…for his sake and mine too. Paul Ferrini in his book The Silence of the Heart says that if we can’t commit any more (for whatever reason) then it is our responsibility to walk away BUT to do so while respecting and honouring the other. I also realize in this world where most expect the quick fix for everything and people are sometimes not able to even honour themselves it gets tricky.
I think that’s very true, I mean, people have to know when there’s nothing salvageable, but it takes a long time to come to that, and sometimes there is a seed that can grown again. So respect and honesty is important, because then it’s mutual, and you can still care about each other in the process. That’s the ideal way, but it’s a shame it doesn’t always end so peacefully.
I remember when I looked at my first love for the first time–and did not love him anymore. It was strange. Like a stranger had moved into an old house. This poem is sooOOooo incredible Sage. I am deeply impressed with your perception, and your ability to convey that perceived.
Thank you so much, that means a lot. I’m hearing that from others too, so all of you prodigious readers of mine are offer me some feedback which charms and humbles me, but also gives me the opportunity to step back and see something in myself that I may not that acknowledged well enough before. I promise I won’t get too arrogant lol.
‘eviscerate’ is an excellent word!
This is great again, SageDoyle. You can feel woman, and man. It’s so so strange to suddenly realise what you once held, is now a ghost. And then, what to do…
Love your topics – love your poetry.
Thank you so much, that’s a wonderful compliment, because I do try to come from both sides, so it’s good it does come across that way. I appreciate that, thank you :)
Very well written! :)
Thank you so much :)