Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Disintegrated Reasoning

These glass shards
keep splintering
and burrowing
in my flesh
My blood becomes
hot and sticky
with the layers
of hurt
that run deep
in my bones
down into the hollow
where the echoes grow
Every now and then
I feel the leash loosen
allowing glimpses 
of a life
I can't quite
make out
The reasoning
has disintegrated
in the murky water
where the soap
never gets you clean
What does it mean
What does it all mean
Even I don't know
I say to myself
as I collect
each grain
of sand
to seal
tightly
in a jar

-April 2015

24 comments:

  1. Very nice. Not the feeling but the telling of it.

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  2. Just awesomely filled with sadness. These days I ma into gothic poetry and this poem is just what I needed!!

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    1. Well, I'm glad you found what you needed, Vandana :) Pleasure to see you again!

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  3. Whew, this is a painful glimpse. The glass shards hurt. And that leash that only periodically loosens...and continues to choke. Sometimes a person doesn't know what it all means, but they try to find meaning...and perhaps, in the collecting of sand, some meaning will be found! I hope so.

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    1. Thank you so much for your thoughtful comment, Mary!! Always a pleasure :)

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  4. Torie, you have an original, fresh and and honest poetic voice which os always a joy to read and provokes a little too, like good poetry should! Thanks again... With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com

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    1. Good to see you, Scott :) Thank you for your very kind words! You put a smile on my face :)

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  5. I agree exactly with what Gail said....the telling of this is very nice...beautiful. And, I would still very much like to follow you but still cannot figure out how!!

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    1. Thank you so much, C.C.!! I'll be in touch soon with how to follow me :) Thanks again :)

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  6. Wow I felt those deep searing cuts as we were led through these painful words...great poem.

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    1. Thank you for your comment, Donna!! :)

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  7. interesting poem. i like the flow in the end and the image.

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  8. At least there's a voice of hope somewhere in the poem ;)

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    1. There's always room for hope :) Thanks for making a visit, totomai :)

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  9. a deep hurt could disintegrate reasoning and lead to brooding...time lost for nothing is not worth it...i read the nice lines in this way and enjoyed Torie....

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  10. I can feel those glass shards and the pain in the bone. You write very well.

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  11. Definitely a loss of reasoning here. Well written.

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