Please, No Salt

[aims]

To the ruler of the macrocosm
I say,
Please, . . .
no salt in the wound,
the wound cause by circumstance,
not by her,
the first time I laid eyes on her
about 2 1/2 years ago,
a ton of heart shaped bricks fell on my heart,
that was the start
of my heart bleeding
lovelorn, aching longings,
but the woman,
she did not dump those bricks on me,
I probably drew them down on my little microcosm,
myself,
when I gasped for breath
afer my eyes beheld
my hearts desire!
But I digress,
Please, no salt
on my gaping wound of a heart.
I have seen the one I want,
and no other will do,
though I cannot have her, seems to be true,
and that means my romantic future,
does not exist,
I will continue to endeavor,
to be happy without a lovelife.

[anirbas]

BuMp!

[artolmaeus]

this is always one of my favorite aims poems because it is so honest and vulnerable...sometimes, after experiences, you happen to be ina meditative mood and it brings out something else in the reread, and I love that this one got bumped up as at this moment, rereading this has filled my head with an old Jimmy Buffet song as it has a similar line to it as it goes "searching for my lost shaker of salt...some people claim that it's a woman to blame...but I know, it's my own damned fault". So, for me, it is never what's written, per se, but it is what it writes in my head or brings to remind me. This is where Aims and David shine, for me as a reader, it has to be how they manage to get a feeling into their words, that lets me wander around with that feeling and experience more, possibly, of great poetry can be a trigger, and still it leaves me playfully wondering "what if we don't spare the salt?". I have tried slices of pecan pie with a sprinkle of salt and it changed the taste, in fact, some of the sweetest things are changed with just a little influence of salt, and after becoming a diabetic, it is the sugar that is really risky to me, salt is kinda harmless.

[artolmaeus]

omg and just to further, I might change the lyrics of the Def Leppard song "pour some sugar on me" to "pour that fucking salt all over my sweet ass"....as at the same time, I have felt that looking through the glass feeling and knowing that pain which is greatly part of being a prisoner inside your own head as an unfulfilled heart is like a door that is not there, there is no escape for that, except that it is a feeling that you cannot take and cannot let go, then, maybe salt is somehow the panacea for just such a thing, oh shit, I don't really know, but it makes me ponder over yonder as I too wish to get away from such a feeling as being avalanched by heart shaped bricks in my most vulnerable points...