Dark Night of the Body
The scar, sharp and straight
up your middle, root chakra
tapped, waterdragon, rising.
Many talk of the dark
night of the soul, but what
happens when it’s not kundalini?
Not for enlightenment.
No, the quaking hungry snake of spine
chose encoiling uterus and ovaries instead.
Claiming a rise into the solar
plexus, feasting there. Stopped
plexus, feasting there. Stopped
leaving the heart untainted,
unbeaten, unhurt. What happens
when, while you were under
the doctor asks for a meeting?
when, while you were under
the doctor asks for a meeting?
Sweat-soaked, flint of muscle
and eye, he wants permission
three hours into a two hour surgery,
three hours into a two hour surgery,
to make a larger incision.
He looks like he’s been in a bar
fight for the last few hours already.
He looks like he’s been in a bar
fight for the last few hours already.
Yes of course, my life doesn’t make sense without her.
“That is true in my house as well.”
He likes us. He gets up and I laugh
nervous and too loud. Affix bayonets.
He keeps walking but a big sigh,
He likes us. He gets up and I laugh
nervous and too loud. Affix bayonets.
He keeps walking but a big sigh,
adjusted ease of shoulder, slight
head shake say that one hit the mark.
We like him too.
At your bedside 3 hours later
he tells us it is very possible
that you are now cancer free,
no guarantees.
So just like that it’s over,
head shake say that one hit the mark.
We like him too.
At your bedside 3 hours later
he tells us it is very possible
that you are now cancer free,
no guarantees.
So just like that it’s over,
the dark night of the body.
Your scar is where life
in fact did
from root rise.
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even your ‘dark’ poems
are love poems
gorgeous stuff..
Harrowing and love-filled. Amazing how you balance that fine line.
Terribly sweet!
the long journey
of night
surgery
Coleman
your a master of poetry
of turning life’s hardest moments
into art
thank you coleman for these details
quaking hungry snake of spine
and many more to come
perfect title
I was at the edge of my seat reading, very suspenseful!
So full of love and economy in detail, this poem.
Of course I have to like this poem. But even objectively I like how well you’ve written it. Thank for doing through the dark of the body with me and for your incredible observing powers.
You are a powerful truthteller. Each word shows your fierce walk with your beloved, no matter where how hard.
Love;
chakra
tapped, waterdragon, rising.
and
Claiming a rise into the solar
plexus, feasting there.
and
Your scar is where life
in fact did
from root rise.
oops, left a word out:
where OR how hard
Hell, I missed this one yesterday, although I’d read it earlier. The ongoing chronicle. This one particularly tough to read.
So just like that it’s over,
the dark night of the body.
Your scar is where life
in fact did
from root rise.
What an ending!