Daniel Danger :: With a Name Like that....

[balladsofmirth]

“There you are, exhausted from another night of crying,
curled up on the couch, the floor, at the foot of the bed,

anywhere you fall you fall down crying, half amazed
at what the body is capable of, not believing you can cry

anymore. And there they are: his socks, his shirt, your
underwear, and your winter gloves, all in a loose pile

next to the

Comments

[tsuki_no_suzu]

I missed being able to steal pictures from your LJ. :D

[balladsofmirth]

awwww, you charmer! :)

[gallion_dlareth]

Wow, that poem. Wow.

It's good to 'see' you back on LJ and get the chance to see the beautiful artwork and read the wonderful poetry and your equally wonderful thoughts. Thanks for sharing.

[balladsofmirth]

The poem gets me every single time (I've read it a lot).

I'm so glad to be "back." I'm trying to be more present: I've missed this space.

[verybadhorse]

maybe i have told you this story before? there was a professor at my graduate school who would sit in student readings (or any reading, i guess) and go, "Mmmmmmmm" loudly at moments she appreciated in a poem. we all made fun of her, of this ecstasy noise, but i think we also all hoped to hear it a few times during our own rare readings.

i find, too, that since then, i make that noise. often. with abandon. and i just did it, reading this poem. which is remarkable because it is not the first time i've read it, i don't think, and i knew what was coming. and i still mmmmm'd.

[balladsofmirth]

i feel the same way about this poem! i know & love it -- dorianne is one of THOSE poets for me -- but i'm emotionally shocked with the arrival of that last line.

i laugh at the "Mmmmmm" anecdote because i DEF make this sound when a poem settles so effectively or soundly.

to still mmmmm'd when you know the ending: i hope to create pieces with even half as much impact.