I have poems I can’t publish
because, believe it or not,
I have even more secrets.
The biggest one is that
I loved him.
and it’s not the him
you’re thinking of.
the second biggest,
an open secret,
is that now,
I’m ruined.
I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed.
"I could not help thinking of the wonders of the brain that hears the music & of our skill sometimes to record it."
I have poems I can’t publish
because, believe it or not,
I have even more secrets.
The biggest one is that
I loved him.
and it’s not the him
you’re thinking of.
the second biggest,
an open secret,
is that now,
I’m ruined.
Your not ruined – just hurting – and with each word you will get stronger ❤
thanks, i hope you’re right-I was gonna change “Ruined” to “Temporarily hindered” for you but I thought it might “temporarily hinder” the integrity of the poem. P.S. I’m silly today. :-p
Lol
Georgia– I always have an urge to hug you after poems like this and always get the impression that you would not want to be hugged, which makes me laugh ironically because I do a pretty amazing impression of a porcupine when I am feeling emotionally vulnerable. Do porcupines hug?! Sorry, I babble
omg someone understands me — i need a hug, but im a porcupine-thank you so much for making me feel less not ok the way i am with cute imagery
Glad I could make someone feel less weird and awkward tonight!
lol you get it you get it! youre the best
you are the reason that i publicized my private bad thoughts, i so love being “get” it’s almost as good as hugging would be, if i could allow it
Oh Georgia, we are funny, sad little porcupines tonight aren’t we? Maybe if we wore sumo wrestler costumes. . .
The inflatable ones?
yes, then we could hug ❤
I think of Christine’s poem… Damaged, when I read you declaring this truth, Georgia. I think you two are adorable and sweet souls and enjoy your interactions. Although I get to meerly sit here and consume your truths, pain, little bits of your souls… they touch my heart and help me heal too. Thank you Georgia and Christine… and so many other writers here and on SD.
reblogged damaged on whisper and the roar, thanks Mark! Excellent poem by Christine I hadn’t seen!
Mark, that is such a sweet thing to say! I always look forward to Georgia’s poems even when they make me cringe from how close they hit to the bone. In fact, I think that is one of things I love about Georgia’s writing– self-depreciating, often wry, and cuts deep, even when it hurts, even when it bleeds.
Of course. This is my pleasure. And absolutely regarding Georgia’s work.
Damn, that’s such a something to say. I sometimes feel guilty for making people hurt as much as i do with my poetry, but it keeps pouring out of me.
But then the needles would pop your suits? Love your irony of not publishing but publishing
lol thanks