The Walk

You walk me in

Disarray.

Like a pundit’s bleating cries

you are one bird that sings

that siren’s tune—

the tittering tap-tap-tap

along my weary soul,

drawing back and back again

to dreams of flighted fancy

grounded by the outcry

of your hollow-hearted truth.

Obscenity cannot describe the flesh—

it should not never will be wrought

of heartstrings and absolutions;

caress comes not with claws,

never feathered,

never caged.

You say one day we’ll fly.

Deception waddles

with the crows.

You walk me in

Disarray.

Submitted as part of: http://dversepoets.com/2011/09/27/openlinknight-week-11/

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23 thoughts on “The Walk

  1. I love this, Chris. I love it all, but this part really got to me,

    “Obscenity cannot describe the flesh—

    it should not never will be wrought

    of heartstrings and absolutions;

    caress comes not with claws,

    never feathered,

    never caged.”

    *sigh*

    I feel like I should be able to describe more about how this makes me feel, but I guess I’m too busy letting the words wash over me. Definitely a favorite for me.

  2. oh i know a few caresses that come with claws that i certainly dont mind…this is a very tender piece chris…i hope this goes beyond deception for you…smiles.

    • *grins* Indeed…tender, though? Perhaps the narrator and the reader are in a tender place with the flow…but I certainly think we can’t call the claw-bearer anything like tender 😉

  3. This is a heart wrenching write.
    I’m thankful for the truth of these words…

    grounded by the outcry
    of your hollow-hearted truth

    groundedness is a good thing when our hearts are weary.

    • Oh, feisty doesn’t begin to describe the character of this piece I do believe! But it is indeed a dangerous world out there, particularly when the heart’s involved – I think we could all stand to take a little care.

  4. “Like a pundit’s bleating cries

    you are one bird that sings

    that siren’s tune—”

    Loved the word picture in these lines. Hope and hopelessness walking hand in hand throughout your poem.

  5. Your choice of images is brilliant to describe the experience. I also like the lines beginning with “Obscenity…” and that whole “waddling crow” picture. You engaged me with this one, Chris. Victoria

  6. For the narrator, it’s time to spread wings and fly – “you walk me in disarray. Deception waddles with the crows One doesn’t need to give that much control to anyone. Well written, really liked the form here, Chris. Good to be reading you again! G.

  7. Thanks for persevering over at my place, Chris, much appreciated. I like this one–first i was thinking politics, (of course–I’m obsessed) then I got into the idea of Disarray and how similar it is to the name Desiree, then I saw the claws and needed to know no more–a love poem, of the twisty sort, so I reread it that way and still loved it, possibly more. Very cool that you leave room here for many interpretations, but then you always have a good feel for the spaces in what you write.

  8. I so have been there…… (am there? I know, it’s hard to deal with)…. Some times you have to just list the good and bad things in both worlds being torn apart to decide which one to travel to….. Honestly, it sounds like it’s time for claw-lady to go join the other crows!

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