You & Me

[Delta40]

You so calm, so silent.
Me screaming in agony.
You were there
but you weren't.
Me straining with each contraction,
pushing out ten pounds
of internal, all-consuming rage.

You holding the thrashing bundle.
Me having my entire being ripped apart.
I found the strength to cut the cord.
You hemorrhaging till you bleed out.
Me severing the connection between us.

I resent you.
I love you.
Me bare like a newborn child
nursing the aftermath in my arms.
You?

[osho]

You so calm, so silent.
Me screaming in agony.
You were there
but you weren't.
Me straining each contraction,
pushing out ten pounds
of internal, all-consuming rage.

You holding the thrashing bundle.
Me having my entire being ripped apart.
I found the strength to cut the cord.
You hemorrhaging till you bleed out.
Me severing the connection between us.

I resent you.
I love you.
Me bare like a newborn child
nursing only the aftermath in my arms.
You?


Your poem, full of dialectic verities, something primordial deepens with every ensuing line. You have hit on something I always craved and as such I always secretly envied you Delta. You have already attained a poetic summit. You can mystify your readers with your piquant style and use of rare and juxtaposing ideas and the way you pertinently are phrasing them.

I am always obsessed with the kind of sentences and use you do through your style to dig up the realities between the two sexes and the eternal variance they live with. Man and woman want each other for friendship, for romance, for moving forward, for love, for sex, for regeneration and in each successive episode of life they want to satiate their urges and that is why the relation is dialectal and yet there is a high degree of reciprocity and fulfillment

[Bar22do]

Very powerful, Delta and it first brought to mind (naturally! the title) Martin Buber's "I and Thou", though yours is another matter entirely! Good poeming, Delta, your usual self. Best from Bar

[MystyrMystyry]

This is another that deserves to be in a printed collection. It's brief and expresses a certain futility of anger, that the N wants to be explosively angry at circumstances, but understates it with metaphorical birth/re-birth. Good after lunch/dinner poem, just enough to muse over with no cloying sentiment.

[Buh4Bee]

I'm not one to categorize poetry, but this could be considered excellent gender-specific poetry. I say this because of the metaphor. I love the open-ended nature of the poem.

[kittypaws]

what I take from your wonderful poem is that it is ever so hard to leave go of the one you do not love.

well....just my read and that is the magic of poetry...

kittypaws

[Jack of Hearts]

That last line seems completely appropriate. Thanks for sharing, D.






J

[Delta40]

Thanks for the comments. I'm really moved by each of them.