But what happens is that when I finally leave my work
abandoned inside, on top of my desk,
I desire a wordless world, desire nothing
more than the silent vines of my mind
feeling into dark places—blood-sweet—
like a tongue exploring the hole left by a tooth that’s been extracted
Notes: Photograph: philippe conquet with Som 15. Poem: Thank you Beth at Alive on All Channels. Related Posts: “It’s Been a Long Day”
‘blood-sweet’ – perfect.
…as always…a perfect pairing of visual and lingual…that’s our David. Thanks.
Smiling. Thanks Freddie
Ouch!
Sounds like someone has an awful job, to feel such a need for silence after work. I remember that feeling. I loved my job, actually, but it was very stressful. And that lifeline is not going to hold….
Silence is like a warm bath.
Yes!
“Mama said there would be days like this.” But everyday I come back to my secret world, it is with grateful relief and a certain joy.
Wonderful Peg
Oh yes…bam
Blood, sweat and tooth nightmare… May today bring some ease!!
It did! Thanks.
When you reach the end of your rope, let it go. It may just be your last act of free will.
-Alan
Now there’s wisdom.