There we go, she says,
tartan wires scratching at my head.
Its ready now.
Copper blanket air hangs
between us. Dont worry, she says
like hot wax wont burn
like cotton wool wont choke.
But Ive already played this game
I think, tying my shoulders together.
She finds my hand and I grab her wrist
- the sleeve feels purple.
Its alright, she says,
but I can only hear snakes.
I squeeze her arm
and its comfortably green.
Okay, I lie.
Itll be over soon, she says.
I used to like vipers, but now
their tongues keep circling my eyes.
Dont be scared.
I try not to be, but black stripes say
Im not a cobra and I never had been.
Come on, she says, not too impatient.
I wait. My chest expands
shutter-quick display
and I see it.
Oh God, I whisper, her eyes a snake-pit,
purple, green and black.
Yes, she sighs, and I breathe again.
The snakes have gone.














Comments
I really like the image of the snake's tongues on your eyes. Snake's are powerful images anyway, but this I can see it in my mind and it's quite scary lol. You can feel the tension right in at the word go and when at the end the "character" relaxes, so does the reader.
I really like it
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"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength; loving someone deeply gives you courage." -Lao Tzu
I like this poem, I don't know what it is talking about, but I get the feeling it is ok to not know, so that unknowing doesn't bother me. I like all the colors used seemingly to represent feelings/moods/something other than colors, it give the impression of a specific type of confusion which I find interesting. this poem is very vivid and understandable without being really understandable at all (unlike this comment which is probably neither...it's hard to put into words what I like about this, which is basically what makes a good poem)
ok now I've read the explanation...
wow, what an interesting experience. one of the students in my class wrote a poem about eye surgery, and his was cool, too, though different , but similar in a way. from the two, I feel like I have more of a feeling of what it must be like to have eye surgery. something I had not thought much of before. It makes an interesting subject for poetry. (I still wouldn't want to have eye surgery though, hope I never have to)
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