because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

becomings

mythological trail of heartbeats

she breaks hearts
like she breaks
bread, gnawing &

soft, follows
the trail
of heartbeats

as it grows
more obliquely
spaced, slowing.

she is searching
for a place to rest
among the wreckings;

she is silent,
like an empty
tattoo, like a bruise

on a thigh. she is
chewing up her past,
tearing it in tiny pieces

and swallowing.
it is fibrous,
absolving, like a train

whistle, like you
in bed on saturday
mornings. she

still dreams of snow
and red dresses, of
the stuffed bear

he left when she left:
please don’t go
again.

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16 responses

  1. First to like this! I love the way the poem spills out, bite by bite, the way any good story is revealed, the way we decode the world in our mind’s eyes and follow the path from eh to thee.

    January 29, 2013 at 1:23 pm

    • thank you, Ray. 🙂

      January 31, 2013 at 3:48 pm

  2. nice…this could be song lyrics…moving and the feeling comes across clear…the ganwing of the heart…intense…and the looking for a soft place among the wreckings…yeah i hear you there…that voice int he end as well….tight piece joanna

    January 29, 2013 at 1:24 pm

    • thanks, b. *smiles.*

      January 31, 2013 at 3:15 pm

  3. “she is silent,
    like an empty
    tattoo, like a bruise

    on a thigh. ”

    Loved those images. Lately I can see your poems more than before. I like the concrete images, but what makes this truly fanciful (and artful and fun) is how you take the concrete and tangible images and juxtapose them with more abstract action. You’re superbly talented -no, gifted- and feel lucky to have found you Little Miss Can’t Do Wrong. – with affection and respect, Mosk

    January 29, 2013 at 2:47 pm

    • uff, Mosk. you always make me blush! you are far too kind, my friend. 🙂

      January 31, 2013 at 3:16 pm

  4. This is a perfectly beautiful piece. I love this one!

    January 29, 2013 at 4:25 pm

    • thank you, Carl. that means a lot, coming from you.

      January 31, 2013 at 3:17 pm

  5. Really enjoyed this one, but then again, I always enjoy your word pictures. Intriguing images, convoluted lines, ambiguity and clear messages. I bob up and down from yeah to huh and it’s a lovely ride.

    January 29, 2013 at 5:39 pm

    • from yeah to huh, eh? 😉 thanks, lovely Denise!

      January 31, 2013 at 3:48 pm

  6. the ganwing of the heart…the empty tattoo…Joanna, I love the images in this. Love it.

    January 29, 2013 at 11:45 pm

    • 🙂 thanks, ayala.

      January 31, 2013 at 3:18 pm

  7. e

    Once more the commonality of the human experience astounds, as do your words, poet…
    Leaves me wondering just how you know my ex!

    sighs
    e

    January 30, 2013 at 10:24 am

    • your ex, eh? was that who that was? 😉 not sure if i should be happy to have sent you on a trip down memory lane, eric. thanks for your kind words…. and, uh sorry?

      January 31, 2013 at 3:47 pm

  8. heartbreakingly beautiful…

    January 30, 2013 at 5:06 pm

    • thank you, yelena. 🙂

      January 31, 2013 at 3:18 pm

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