Thursday, August 13, 2009

To Flee

Paisly Pictures, Images and Photos

Sitting on my porch steps. My paisley suitcase full of necessary treasures. A doll. Patten leather clogs. A red turtleneck. A music box. I waited for the years to pass, to grow me old enough to cross the street alone.

She comes outside. No other thing as beautiful as her. Unearthly need stretches through me and tries to move my fingers forward in apology, but I have always had stubborn fingers. Like his.

"When you are through running away, there are plums on the kitchen table." She swept her hand across my angry face and I could smell the cigarette that lingered lovely there.

I want to be anywhere else all of the time. And no one has done me any harm. And nothing has been taken from me unfairly. My escapist nature is an inner need to never feel.

I inherited it from him.

There is only so much we can love before we have to leave.

22 comments:

  1. Wow. This is poetry in prose.

    WV = pennut

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  2. Beautiful! It's always such an inspiration to visit your blog.

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  3. Very nice! There's a lot of emotion woven into that paisley baggage.

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  4. I love your literary bent on life.

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  5. Time to fess up! How do you do it? Did you keep journals all your life? Do you have a memory like an elephant? Or do you take a snippet from the past and meditate on it until you deliver extraordinary prose? This enguiring mind really wants to know. As always, I've been transported, touched deeply and feel attached with an umbilical cord to this blog.

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  6. oooops. i have no idea what an "enguiring" mind is, love that typo

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  7. Yes, Angie is right. Poetry in prose.

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  8. This is fantastic. I wish I had your kind of talent.

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  9. Sad and beautiful, just like everything you write. I envy your poetic soul!

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  10. If I may guess, that's one accomplishment that eludes more that one. "an inner need to never feel"

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  11. Guys, you are always so nice to me when i put up these prosy/poet pieces. Thanks!

    Tricia: Nothing comes from anywhere else. Just me sitting at that blogger box. I should probably back it up somehow.... Thanks so much for your validation.

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  12. How deeply I know about the inner need to never feel. Last year it was replaced by my inner scream to obliterate numbness and face a beast of pain. That is when the writing started and where the memoir grew.
    I love your blog suzanne, but you knew that, right. :)

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  13. Beautifully written! I mentioned you on my blog today. I loved what you posted in a comment on Wed on my blog, so I quoted part of it! Come by and see!

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  14. This is beautiful. As we've discussed, I get to say I know you when you're famous.

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