Row

It’s over:
He over there
and I over here.

We sit apart.

It is the start of things fragmenting:
A breaking down before
the breaking up.

Silent words drown
between our solemn frames.

Blame unsaid.

Resentment like a corpse is
quietly laid.

Lying on the bed with his back to my
dead lead gaze,
he is unthinking, unfeeling and unafraid.

I stand and rearrange some cups
wipe a surface, pick things up.

His hair does not cascade
in curls that hurl
1000 hurt and aching pains.

My back is not a bolt of iron,
ringing flat
and bent with strain.

4 Responses to “Row”


  1. 1 Dana October 20, 2006 at 10:30 pm

    So you found my super-secret blog. I guess it was bound to happen. I was planning on writing there privately for a couple of months before letting anyone, including readers of my old blog, know about it.

    I’m glad you found me, because it gave me the opportunity to read this poem. I love the ending. It’s such a strong image:

    “My back is not a bolt of iron,
    ringing flat
    and bent with strain.”

  2. 2 secretagentartist October 21, 2006 at 3:21 am

    Thanks Dana. I get what you’re saying about writing in secret for a bit. There’s something difficult about a personal journal that others read. There’s always the option to write straight into a word file but for some reason that doesn’t feel quite the same. Having a blog to rattle around in, as opposed to a private file, is for me a bit like the difference between getting to live in an abandoned castle with infinite rooms…and bedding down in a box. And there’s also the tension between wanting to be heard-but perhaps not always wanting to be known.

    I didn’t comment on your other posts-but just for the record I think you’re very good. I actually had to relate your Gold’s Gym anecdote to my boyfriend. Very witty!

  3. 3 Dana October 22, 2006 at 7:23 pm

    I just read about BrightSparks. That’s a great project. I bet it’s very interesting to be involved in something like that.

    I hope my writing in secret thing proves to be productive. It’s so strange for me to turn “off” my thoughts about the audience after writing to one for so long. I’ve spent more time the last two days uploading some of my poems that appeared on my old blog and trying to figure out how to customize my template than I have actually writing anything. I hope I get settled in soon and can start doing some productive work.

    I think I saw that you posted another poem. I am off to read it now.

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