Celebrating a Year

week 146 ~ it digs in so deeply so far

with 56 comments

it digs in so deeply so far
there is no way to pull it out
though I’ve escaped I have no doubt
it’s there forever some things are
beyond the grasp of words they scar
the soul and with each wound each time
no one’s found guilty of the crime
we forsake healing leaving blame
a villain with no face no name
that can be exorcized in rhyme

Written by mairmusic

July 29, 2011 at 7:50 am

Posted in decima, July

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  1. Forsaking healing… perhaps taking pride in our scars. I do that. Not saying it’s a good thing, but I do it. Wonderful, thought-provoking poem.

    charlesmashburn

    July 29, 2011 at 9:48 am

    • Thanks– it was a hard one to birth, i’m still equivocating between leaving the last line ambivalent or nailing it shut w/ the negative.

      mairmusic

      July 29, 2011 at 9:52 am

  2. wise words,
    Thanks for sharing.

    Jingle

    July 29, 2011 at 10:58 am

  3. I rather like the way it ends now…leaving it up to the reading to nail it shut as they see fit.

    slpmartin

    July 29, 2011 at 1:57 pm

    • Me too. Maybe it can be a personality test to separate the optimists and pessimists (:

      mairmusic

      July 29, 2011 at 4:19 pm

  4. ‘a villain with no force, no name’… That really got me… *smile* I like poems that tug at those particular strings in my soul. Thank you!

    CC Champagne

    July 29, 2011 at 3:57 pm

    • Thanks for reading and “getting it”. And I like your slight rewrite…

      mairmusic

      July 29, 2011 at 4:16 pm

  5. I know the feeling…

    Miriam Sagan

    July 29, 2011 at 6:42 pm

  6. Sometimes we cling so tight to these deep, internal wounds that we take on their identity–I’d rather be able to let them go…somehow. I like your decima, Marilynn.

    Bodhirose

    July 29, 2011 at 7:45 pm

    • Thanks so much! It’s a form I have come to love. Inner wounds are hard to put band-aids on and they seem to have a mind of their own about going or staying. Perhaps we simply wait them out.

      mairmusic

      July 29, 2011 at 8:17 pm

  7. “a villain with no face no name that can be exorcized in rhyme” >> so haunting.

    jennifaye

    July 29, 2011 at 10:56 pm

  8. Great poem. Very powerful.

    Aaron Smigielski

    July 30, 2011 at 11:57 am

  9. hmmm I do think healing occurs as we poem on actually :) I like your take as well.
    Enjoy the potluck!!

    http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/07/31/the-demon-of-poison/

    Life: Between the lines

    July 31, 2011 at 9:21 pm

    • Thanks, as I said, the ending is ambiguous, and although I lean to the “can’t” I’m not adverse to being proven wrong.

      mairmusic

      July 31, 2011 at 10:12 pm

  10. I like the ambiguous ending … and sometimes – perhaps often – we do “foresake healing” … very intuitive poem, Marilynn.

    Jamie Dedes

    July 31, 2011 at 9:41 pm

  11. it takes time.
    how long, i do not know. But never give up.

    luna15

    July 31, 2011 at 9:41 pm

  12. This is beautifully abstract and I’m so happy potluck lead me here!

    Kellie Elmore

    July 31, 2011 at 11:55 pm

  13. Blame is certainly a “villain with no face”. Excellent writing!

    Kay Salady

    August 1, 2011 at 3:53 am

  14. Beautiful. Sometimes we just ache in our soul, without any rhyme nor reason to the feeling. This says it so eloquently.

    Daydreamertoo

    August 1, 2011 at 11:45 am

  15. And sometimes the villain is buried so deeply he is never remembered.

    Donna Swanson

    August 1, 2011 at 9:04 pm

  16. A villain exocise with rhyme.. what a beautiful thought…
    Liked it very much…

    thanks for sharing…

    Shashi
    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2010/05/whispers.html

    Shashi

    August 2, 2011 at 5:05 am

  17. very lovely…i hope that in time our wounds heal ~

    Heaven

    August 2, 2011 at 5:18 pm

  18. This was wonderful! Thanks for sharing with us…and now I know! :)

    tashtoo

    August 2, 2011 at 6:54 pm

  19. The amazing power of the poetic purge. An elucidation of the magic which im sure urges a great many writers to work.

    I find if healing maybe a stretch at leat writing diverts the mind or at least provides an escape route for the scars to disperse.

    Smiles

    Tom Eliot

    August 2, 2011 at 7:34 pm

    • You are more optimistic than I am, my friend. Poetry is an art, a discipline, but I don’t think its power is ever therapeutic.

      mairmusic

      August 2, 2011 at 8:16 pm

  20. I’m not fond of this form, though i like syllable counting and so forth in general, but I’ve read a lot of really bad decimas. This one, thankfully is a really good one, and makes me think perhaps it isn’t all the fault of the form that some are so singsongy and forced. You’ve managed to fit your words together so that they imprint with meaning and carry their weight without looking mercilessly regimented. Sentiment-wise, I couldn’t relate more.

    hedgewitch

    August 2, 2011 at 7:57 pm

    • Interesting– I didn’t think anyone but me was writing decima in English, although it’s a traditional song form in Cuba that’s still written, often improvised, in Spanish today. But as someone who loves and writes formal poetry, I think you are unfortunately right about rhyme in general these days. Too often folks get sucked in by the words, especially rhymes, and then the words end up meaning nothing, just leaping about like hyper gymnasts showing off. There are not so many of us who are willing to take the time to honor the form by investing it w/ meaning. As was the intention of those who created them, and those who have kept them alive for centuries. I am just an amateur, but I love the challenge.

      mairmusic

      August 2, 2011 at 8:26 pm

  21. Full of wisdom

    Jake Wilcocks

    August 3, 2011 at 12:04 am

  22. Intriguing!

  23. I really love your style first of all. Powerful emotions I have certainly grappled with this myself and to be honest right now I am there are things I should do to heal to move on probably and I haven’t even begun the process

    mindlovemisery

    August 4, 2011 at 10:42 am

  24. Personal and emotional. The pain is so clearly displayed in the lines you have written! I particularly liked the “we forsake healing leaving blame” line – which is unfortunately so often true.

    caridwen

    August 4, 2011 at 4:00 pm

    • Yes, it is all painful, and true, and is the human condition as far as I can tell.

      mairmusic

      August 4, 2011 at 4:17 pm

  25. Evocative write, enjoyed the form and rhyme and how it unfolds ~ Rose

    C Rose

    August 4, 2011 at 7:21 pm

  26. Be proud of those scars… Whether battle wounds or accidents, they show others who we are.

    Lovely words. Nicely done.

    Chelsea Bets

    August 5, 2011 at 3:51 am

  27. Very deeply moving. Really got me thinking about past scars, but in a good way. Thank you x

    Asicat

    August 5, 2011 at 4:28 am

  28. we forsake healing leaving blame
    a villain with no face no name
    love that part!

    swanrose

    August 7, 2011 at 6:41 pm


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