(knock. it. off.)
Indefatigable fists emit impulses of energy
up her solar plexus
sparking ideas that fly from her head.
Precise and Infinite hits.
She wants people to kneel at their creation
while she pounds invisible nails
into her palms.
She grows accustomed to the distance people keep.
Tidal rhythms ebb and flow
with whisperings of bitterness
and how you never know.
Betrayed, she wrings her hands in her lap.
Brenda Warren 2013
She grows accustomed to the distance people keep. There is a deep sadness in that sentence. Powerful poem, Brenda.
I love this for just how enigmatic it feels…it’s powerful and poignant….especially the last line “betrayed, she wrings her hands in her lap”…yes.
great poem, for what is being said and not said too.
I love how this poem flows! Great mystery here and I agree, I want to know more about this story!
Intense Brenda, thus holding some power over the reader perhaps because of what has not been said. There is a crispness here that feels like an inhale of fresh air.
One often are faced with lots of challenges. Your poem brilliantly exudes that feeling of control necessary to confront them. Great write Brenda!
Curiously I read this as an unwed mother to be, contemplating the child within her being both proud and shamed by her situation and observing the future. Therefore I found it very moving.
Very intense! I too would love to know more! Well done!
Such intensity here, Brenda. I too would love to know more about her. Well done, my friend.
I like the “ebb and flow with whisperings of bitterness”
More please: the story feels unfinished!
There was definitely something biblical about these words and i feel that translated in your piece..belonging..the intrusiveness of the world..sometimes knock. it. off..means so much..