The Real LJ Idol * Season 11 * Week 25: Sudden Death Write Off Round 2
I am still thinking about Week 25's The Catbird's Seat https://marlawentmad.livejournal.com/17741.html
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I wore the humid summer heat like
second skin,
the heaviness of it
clinging wetly to my body,
a tightly coiled spring
desperate for a luxurious
stretch into the wide spaces
I spent my life seeking out in
forests, across fields, up
mountains and into lakes.
I was sure the world would
remember me, offer her palmful
of seeds,
her delicate
medicines dissolving
under my tongue, my eyes
dilated past the blinding of
glass, concrete, mortar, the sickly sweetness of
iron being forged to confine spaces into
something manageable, easily locked
like my heart in the increasing tightness
of my chest, the vice grip relentless, as
the faces around me blurred, but a
voice stayed to remind me that I was
just being melodramatic,
a voice suggesting I should
learn to breathe under the landslide, insisting
I was misremembering what happened, telling
me my hysterical reaction was worse than
the burials under earth shattering heart break.
I slipped out of my skin like a snake, forked tongue
flicking to finally taste the truth behind the
cacophony of riotous caterwauling.
My long luxurious stretch a
sinuous escaping through the cracks and crevices
of the destruction to open air perspective, the cunning
mine now that I didn’t have ears to be deceived, the clarity
of discernment rippling through sinew and bone as I climbed
the highest treetops for a meal hard earned and long overdue
of a pretty little catbird preening daintily in a self assured seat.
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I wore the humid summer heat like
second skin,
the heaviness of it
clinging wetly to my body,
a tightly coiled spring
desperate for a luxurious
stretch into the wide spaces
I spent my life seeking out in
forests, across fields, up
mountains and into lakes.
I was sure the world would
remember me, offer her palmful
of seeds,
her delicate
medicines dissolving
under my tongue, my eyes
dilated past the blinding of
glass, concrete, mortar, the sickly sweetness of
iron being forged to confine spaces into
something manageable, easily locked
like my heart in the increasing tightness
of my chest, the vice grip relentless, as
the faces around me blurred, but a
voice stayed to remind me that I was
just being melodramatic,
a voice suggesting I should
learn to breathe under the landslide, insisting
I was misremembering what happened, telling
me my hysterical reaction was worse than
the burials under earth shattering heart break.
I slipped out of my skin like a snake, forked tongue
flicking to finally taste the truth behind the
cacophony of riotous caterwauling.
My long luxurious stretch a
sinuous escaping through the cracks and crevices
of the destruction to open air perspective, the cunning
mine now that I didn’t have ears to be deceived, the clarity
of discernment rippling through sinew and bone as I climbed
the highest treetops for a meal hard earned and long overdue
of a pretty little catbird preening daintily in a self assured seat.
***
If you liked this poem, please go here in order to vote for it https://therealljidol.livejournal.com/1146984.html
This is a community only vote, and it is really easy to join. Simply click on the lines in the upper right corner of the realljidol page and choose Join Community.
The poll closes Tuesday, June 30th at 8pm EDT.