Remedy

by Melpomene   Dec 31, 2011


There seems to be
no remedy;

I once loved words
more than time
detests the body but
they've stained my memory
like symbols of
a refugee camp.

The hunger I feel
is a heart plagued
with playgrounds,
missing dimples and
I haven't caught
the robber...

After you I learnt to
hear no evil,
words were abused like
sleeping cities and
my skin held cracks
where the homeless
would curl,

desperate to be warm
in a December winter,
desperate to feel
any warmth at all.

After you I learnt
to speak no evil and
my pen taped her mouth like
a prisoner of war.

there seems to be
no cure
for waiting.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    This poet and her endless creativity, swept me off my feet this week and had me more melted than a burned marshmallow.where should I start,
    when all I have to say about this piece will probably still fail to capture all its beauty..

    "There seems to be
    no remedy; "

    perfect intro,for the first thing that came to mind was.."no remedy for what?"..so it really pulled me in and made me get interested. I wanted to find out
    immediately what seem to be the problem.

    "I once loved words
    more than time
    detests the body"

    of course we all know what time does to the body,we all know time eats it up slowly till there is nothing left of it..yet the writer puts the words in such position that the meaning doesn't strike you instantly,its almost.. like she is telling the reader
    "oh,I know you know it..dig deeper"

    "The hunger I feel
    is a heart plagued
    with playgrounds,
    missing dimples and
    I haven't caught
    the robber."

    here she does the same thing I mentioned above..though hunger here can be seen as either..the longing for something..or emptiness..she is not giving it away. it adds to the mystery in the piece, while playgrounds and dimples all backfires to innocence well,stolen innocence...the words are so cleverly chosen..god.

    "After you I learnt
    to speak no evil and
    my pen taped her mouth like
    a prisoner of war"

    Here the pen is taping the mouth of someone else...so she is either speaking of two people throughout the whole piece or she is writing from a third person's point of view. Although something tells me the writer is speaking about herself there is room for doubt...thus more mystery..now,we all know what a prisoner of war wants right?..its peace, its freedom..

    here the writer made me dig deeper,and made go back to the top of the poem and link.. "I once loved words" ...with "taped her mouth" so I gather
    someone is feeling trapped..and yet,at the end there is a little ray of hope,because although she says
    there is no remedy for waiting..she leaves the ...
    "but I'm still waiting anyways." hanging in the air..

    the emotion in this piece is heart-shaking..
    from beginning to end...the flow was flawless what an amazing piece of art..and I am hopelessly in love with this write.

  • 7 years ago

    by Failing Stoic

    Most of what I was gonna say has already been said, damn it!

    "missing dimples and
    I haven't caught
    the robber..."

    ^ very sad, but kinda cute as well. As Britt said, someone's stolen your smile?

    "my skin held cracks
    where the homeless
    would curl,

    desperate to be warm "

    ^ It's often said "I don't fit into my skin" as though meaning we're not comfortable with who we are, or we're not quite stable enough to feel whole. Perhaps someone has disrupted our sense of safety... I felt this wasn't a literal "skin" you were talking about, but more to do with your soul, your being. There are cracks, crevices, voids in your person, and certain strangers are taking advantage of the opportunity to linger in the places you feel lonely; vacant. It's incredibly sad.

    Thanks for sharing. I liked this piece a lot.

  • 8 years ago

    by ronel mccarthy

    Lovely-sometimes waiting is the remedy

  • 8 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    I also pictured you with a pen in your mouth ...tapping your head waiting for something..
    with that innocent look of the profile picture on facebook...

    Ugh,no getting over this write.

  • 8 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    That was soooo sad Mel,
    I felt the emotion so much, and such pain, and heartache,
    I love the metaphors, and wording,
    especially "like time detests the body",
    so raw and does't need coating by other metaphors, and is true, how we grow so quick, and become older yet wiser but time isn't kind on the skin or body.

    it was just pure from the heart,
    and I love this, I'll be reading time again.

    The flow was smooth and transitional, with the depth of tone, just amazing,

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