on dusthearts, blood & giving thanks

 

i hold these words and
stamp ‘em everywhere i go sometimes 
with grim face, no grace on tough days

though ToDay i do it with tenderness, such
as i would kiss your eyelids with when—

and the color doesn’t stain but leaves just shades
of what i meant to say, i

run my hands along the lines to
really feel
how it feels because
it is important and– it isn’t,

write it neatly, right next
between the dust & heart i
found penciled on the dashboard
in the car this morning, lick
its convex trails all the twenty kilometers
to my workplace
cause i am that mad
and i like– that it feels

real– REAL liberty and

bravely put it in between slammed doors,
soothe the bang so that it’s easier afterwards to
open them and

sometimes it is all i’m left with–
limp letters hang,
dense like mountain fog &
stare at me with lifeless eyes

and i carve them
into tower walls (into the dark & ugly ones)
with scratched and bleeding fingers like
Marie Durand spelled “RESISTER” &
watch crimson run down the bricks,

mingling with what trickles in thin streams
from wounds, drilled in the side of your chest
and when our eyes meet, it’s so easy to,
with quivering lips to SAY– yes
say– Thanks– again

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today 3pm EST at dVerse we’re expressing our thankfulness…and not only because it’s Thanksgiving over in the States… are you joining us..?

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37 responses to “on dusthearts, blood & giving thanks

  1. vivid claudia…love the pencil on the dashboard and your response…the scratching on the walls….and then of course the intimacy of the close in seeing and being seen and moved to thankfulness…i am thankful for you today my friend…sometimes it is all i am left with was a nice heart ping…

  2. Thankfulness truly abounds here at your grounds. Really liked how your displayed your thanks, those slammed doors can go off like tanks and with a quiver, one might get a thankful shiver.

  3. Wonderful write Claudia. Love the way you illustrated thankfulness. Some really excellent lines in here as well. Thanks

  4. This feels raw… and beautiful too, this grim journey that leads full circle back to love, grace, gratitude. I particularly liked

    bravely put it in between slammed doors,
    soothe the bang so that it’s easier afterwards to
    open them and

    sometimes it is all i’m left with–
    limp letters hang,
    dense like mountain fog

    and of course, the love-ly ending

  5. “and i carve them
    into tower walls (into the dark & ugly ones)
    with scratched and bleeding fingers like
    Marie Durand spelled “RESISTER” &
    watch crimson run down the bricks,”

    this part was hauntingly vivid YIKES!!!

  6. I find this intriguing because I search for those words that you want to say the wholevway through, or are already saying but the puzzle of juxtaposed memories, events keeps diffracting my view away and into the poem. Intriguing, interesting, and satisfying for all that.

  7. Sometimes it’s hard to find the thankful but, if we look carefully enough it’s sometimes there too waiting to be seen, felt, heard, like your voice throughout this piece.
    Lovely.

  8. Stunning images here. My favorite lines:

    sometimes it is all i’m left with–
    limp letters hang,
    dense like mountain fog &
    stare at me with lifeless eyes

    And though it is American Thanksgiving today, I do think that EACH day we should find something to be thankful for. (And the poetry community IS one of those things.)

  9. Is it raining? No, it’s sunshine, but with a dash of rain and the occasional downpour.
    That’s what this brings to me, in bursts. There’s also a rainbow in there, if you know where to look 😉

  10. What a multi-dimensional, multi-faceted poem! So fertile with openings for interpretation and so many great lines like “color doesn’t stain but leaves just shades.” Great work!!!

  11. sometimes it is all i’m left with–
    limp letters hang,
    dense like mountain fog &
    stare at me with lifeless eyes”

    Do know this feeling… nice picture you’ve painted

  12. Sometimes it is all remembered but then the pain forgotten just as quickly and we wouldn’t be without any of it. We say so much but put so little thought into it when saying it and it seems to say it in this line “and the color doesn’t stain but leaves just shades of what i meant to say”. Beautifully complex piece but life is like that, isn’t it.

  13. The harsh descriptions, almost brutal images, give weight and reality to the word so often comes lightly and with little meaning, “thanks.” You’re another writer who challenges me, and I love it.

  14. When the anger finally dissipates saying thanks again shows up in surprising places. Every time you express yourself in a way that can be fully received.

  15. “and the color doesn’t stain but leaves just shades
    of what i meant to say”

    You always paint such inviting worlds, not always because they are pretty or peaceful, but because they are real, feel real, remind me of what’s real. Lovely write!

  16. I’m late for Thanksgiving, but to me every day is a day of gratitude. I’m grateful to know you Claudia. Your words are always so full of sensitivity and wisdom.

    I never read such a lovely thanksgiving wish.

  17. we need more people like marie durand. and you. consider linking someone like durand to a definition so it’s easier for people to learn about how progress is actually made in this world: through resisters and no other way. guaranteed.