| The Wound
Posted: 6/28/2009 9:41:12 PM | For as long as my memory takes me into my past, it has been there. I've never been certain as to what it should be called; sometimes I call it the yearning, tonight as I contemplate it, the wound seems more appropriate. It has never been filled, healed, completed or even in a state of remission it seems. It is as though there is a gaping hole next to, beside, even inside my heart.
It is a physical pain and I have tried to fill it by loving, by drinking, traveling, thinking, writing, growing a garden, watching a sunset, playing in the surf, touching a baby whale in San Ignacio Lagoon, snorkeling with stingrays and sharks, talking to counselors, educators, friends, strangers, loving animals...
And yet the wound is never healed, the yearning is never satisfied, the need is never satiated, the longing is never gone, the promise is never kept, the glory is never felt, the honor is never bestowed, the wanting is never over, the hole is never filled, the loneliness is never gone, the completion is always just out of reach.
I feel unwhole, incomplete, only partial, unknowing, frustrated, angry, upset and I want to cry but don't what about or why.
Does everyone else feel this way, or is it just me who seems so unfulfilled, so empty, so desparately wanting to know what it is I cannot find and why.
I want to fill it, goddamn it, I want to fill it 'til it overflows into my gut and flows out some heretofore unknown orifice and fills me and covers me with a wrap that is warm, golden and, most of all, happy. | |
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| The Wound
Posted: 6/28/2009 10:15:25 PM | idahosun, i think your potato is over cooked just abit lol. sorry, i had to say that, sometimes i have no control over my typed words.
and to answer your question, yes im sure we all feel uncomplete at some point in our lives. or maybe we will always feel less complete until we pass on. sad world but only gets better from here.
p.s., i have some sour cream and cheese to go with that over cooked potato. | |
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Posted: 6/28/2009 10:41:04 PM | ok, pickle, at least I'm not sour and shaped like a ....oh never mind...your comment was funny, but my poem is quite serious, although I do write fluff stuff too...and as for the sour cream and cheese, not on my diet, but thanks for the offer and that is not a banana, it is a pickle I swear.... | |
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Posted: 6/29/2009 4:36:16 AM | Pickle, are you seriously critiquing Idaho's poem when I have seen you write with my very own eyes poetry consisting of "... im a beaver, do you want a snack??" What the hell? I thought her poem was very good. Maybe you two have a history, I don't know, but I have to say that what she has written definitely has more soul than wood, wood. Maybe that's not sour cream you have but sour grapes ... or maybe you're just trying to be funny, but writing and posting the results is like peeling your clothes off in front of a bunch of strangers, so try to be kind. Myself, I cannot write poetry ... it all ends up sounding like ... "there was a man from Nanutcket..." so I don't even try.  | |
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| The Wound
Posted: 6/29/2009 4:36:52 AM | | By the way, you have COMPLETE control over what your fingers say. | |
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| The Wound
Posted: 6/29/2009 9:57:42 AM | cindiloo2, im so sorry that i mixed humor with my response. i did not know life was meant for complete unhappiness with no laughter. as you can see from the OP, she took my humor and rolled with it. just another example of how people on this site in forums like to try and get an argument started lmao .
and i see nothing wrong with my beaver posting thank you. i love and enjoy to write and will always be naked for you and the rest of the world to read.
and i never have complete control over my fingers, these belong to god, not i. | |
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Posted: 6/29/2009 10:04:30 AM | and just for the record, Idahosun and myself have been friends for a very very long time. we have been friends and lovers and have total respect for one another. my response to my friend was clear, with a side of humor to go along with it.
Idahosun, next time your buying lunch my dear, last time you ate like an elephant and it cost me a fortune sweetie pie.  | |
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| The Wound
Posted: 6/29/2009 10:24:22 AM | | Yep, that's me a cougar dating guys half my age who expect me to pay for my own lunch even....but on the serious side, your response probably comes from the fact that you are Half my age and cannot phathom feelings expressed at my stage in life. Anway, yes, writing is like being naked in front of the world...now somebody throw me a towel, a blankie, something, please! | |
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Posted: 6/29/2009 5:15:35 PM | | Ahhh ... see? I missed your humor and you missed mine. Even my segue from sour cream into sour grapes. Like you, I thought I was being funny. Dammit. We need practice. | |
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Posted: 6/29/2009 5:46:26 PM | | I really would like some serious feedback on my poem...but am enjoying the humor too! It is difficult to read humor, sarcasm, teasing in this format, isn't it cindiloowho ? | |
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Posted: 6/29/2009 5:57:39 PM | | As I said before, I thought it was very good, but as I also said, I have no head for poetry. I do, however, reconginze effort when I see it. | |
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| The Wound
Posted: 6/29/2009 6:13:52 PM | idahosun,
I feel your pain...for a moment let's float into space, you and I. No Astranaut gear.
Just you and I butt naked; we float and hold one another. Silence. We can make love or just hold one another. Nothing impedes us from bliss. What we want is ours for the taking. I realize you don't know me but hold me tonight as I will you and we will float together, laugh, cry and get our fill. | |
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