Blister

Blister

by Laura Summerville Reed


Did he mean so much to you?

And what about all the rest?

Why do you keep them?


You wave an edge-worn notebook

in my face, and with an accusing finger

you pound the side of a small,

move-weary, taped and re-taped cardboard box.

Your jealousy comes round to visit this place often

stirring up dust, sometimes a storm, a flashflood

choking my nostrils and throat with the mud of it

until I scream to take a breath

You’re insecurities blister you

when I’ve been too long in the warmth of the sun.


How could you, how could you

make love to him in a tree, you say.


I was young, I was quite nimble then

and I confess, there was a ledge

placed there by a hunter, I suppose

but a tree nonetheless.


Oh! How I love to draw your glare

when you’ve pressed the mud deep

into the darkened grooves of my brain

Still I weep for your weeping blistered love

We hadn’t even met then, I say

There was a life before you

A past

a history with no baggage in-tow

only a small, move-worn cardboard box

and It’s not yours to drag along

A better person might not have made

effigies into icons

and flown her memories forward

on paper airplanes

I am not that better person

I write things down


Why do you keep them?


Slumped, dejected, tempest spent,

or eye of the storm


I intend to be published one day, I say.


What will people think, what will people say

If they read this, you ask

.

They’ll say, it’s damn fine writing, or

they will toss it aside and pay it little heed

There are very few amphibians

reading prosaic poetry. Now do you have

A tree in mind, I need air and sunshine

I can’t hold my breath underwater any longer.

©LSR 2010

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Joshua Kell 6 years ago from Arizona

It is damn fine writing. Sorry if your heart was hurt.


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Thank you for the compliment to my writing, Joshua, and what would poets do without a forlorn hearts? It's the backbone of the beast, lol.


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Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

Love comes with joy and fulfillment and just the pure simple satifaction in knowing that you are very special to someone. Jealousy comes with rash, warts, and blisters that attempts to cover over the beauty of love and make it ugly. Insecurities gnaw at all of us especially when they gnaw close to those we love. We all must recognize that love is now and not in the past. Love has nothing to do with who we were or who we will be. It is now. Jealousy feeds off the past and the future finding momentum in something as simple as an old poem about sex in a tree. Taped and worn boxes are better left untouched by those who need to live for now. As always, Laura, your poetry is par-excellence and this one is especially good. Keep writing about your heart! WB


ralwus 6 years ago

I still declare you a very fine, no excellent writer. Hmmm, now for that tree house, I also did that and I have one in my own backyard now along with a hammock made of cotton, made for love in the sun or under the moon. I am gald you women like to hang on to those things, I collect them in my soul, not much difference. Thanks for this fine piece of prose my darlin'. much love, Charlie


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samboiam 6 years ago from Texas

In a tree house. God, I love country girls. Welcome to Hubpages.


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Wayne, I thank you. Your comments always seem to teach me something new about myself; foremost that I've got a great distance to go before ever deserving the beautiful compliments you pay my writing, lol! This one has been in my locket for quite sometime, it was time I took it out.

Charlie, I've read about your hammock...I'd break my neck! I can't even manage one of those solo, LMAO!! I thank you for your compliments, even if they are too much, they are dear to me.

Hello, Sam, so very nice to meet you. You wouldn't know I was a country girl now...until you heard me talk, lol.


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lorlie6 6 years ago from Bishop, Ca

Your past makes you unique-I don't have to remind you, I'm sure, lalesu! Our personal histories are quilts of experience and should be kept near.


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Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

Hey,Laura, I was not suggesting that you should not take it out of the box, I was suggesting that others who might be consumed in jealousy might be better off to leave those boxes untouched. When you write it, you can take it out and show it off anytime you want. That's just the way it is! WB


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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS

Again - flawless and full of spirit and life. I am a critic of most people's poetry. Yours is not "most" - it is unique and magnificent. I know no better compliments to give unless, possibly, my muse, Emily Dickinson's description of what poetry is to her:

“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me,

I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off,

I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?”


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Dear Laurel, "quilts of experience", how lovely that sounds, I think you have the makings of a poem there. Your comments are always such an encouragement to me, thank you.

Wayne, no explanation necessary. You expressed it flawlessly in your previous comment, perhaps I am the one in need of a remedial course in communication, lol! but thank you for taking the time to make certain I was aware of the true intent of your message, kind sir.

Nellieanna, your praise of my writing both, delights and frightens me! I am humbled and very, very pleased, thank you, dear lady.


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Awful Poet 6 years ago from The Large Magellanic Cloud (LMC) (m-M)_0 = 18.41, or 48 kpc (~157,000

Very Intriguing


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Thank you, Awful Poet, I've just been reading your poetry and it's beautiful, brilliant! So glad you stopped by my page and so very glad to meet you.


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habee 6 years ago from Georgia

Awesome use of sharp imagery!


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Hi Habee! Thank you, this one had me feeling a little rough around the edges, I needed a little sharp imagery to focus on, lol.


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Winsome 6 years ago from Southern California by way of Texas

Laura, every time I visit there is a new ride in the enchanted forest...and such a lovely one it is.

I have climbed toward my poet's soul on the steps of love, some lost that guide my pen and voice and mind not thinking of the cost that stirs up envy, pulls down wings instead of joining in the dance, and a silent paralyzing cry asks "Am I the last romance?"


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Dear Winsome, please go at once and set this into a full length poem; I'm honored to have inspired it, but it's much too beautiful not to publish. Thank you, and thank you, again.


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Winsome 6 years ago from Southern California by way of Texas

You are sweet Laura, I was only trying to resonate with you by pulling some feelings out of my own experience. Yours is the original, but I'll develop it a little more like an acorn that fell from your tree and we'll see what grows. =:)


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Once again, I thank you, and I can't wait to see what grows!


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A.A. Zavala 6 years ago from Texas

Archived pages of past intimate experiences always entice the jealously monster. A tree stand...really?


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

I am difficult - at best, writing seems to be a inherent flaw that won't stay ironed downed or stitched flat.


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epigramman 6 years ago

what is fabulous and not suprising is your beautiful smile (it makes the Mona Lisa look like Nancy Walker) and the words which grace my grateful soul like poetry to a bee wrapped in honey!


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

I can't think when I've been more entertained by a compliment, thank you!


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Micky Dee 6 years ago

Well- I have several trees that come to mind right away if you need one!


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Haha! Dear Micky, you're only intention would be trying to save a girl from drowning by offering her a tree, I'm sure?, lol. Thank you, a tree would do just nicely about now. ~ Laura


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MFB III 6 years ago from United States

Oh I can feel the dogged pain in this write, the has been trying to be what he has never been, the one true love for you, that all fell by the wayside, and lies blistering in a Summer of love long evaporated. If only we could box up old loves and put them in a locked storage bin, for some future fiction writer to pore over and make novel. But alas they always come back to haunt us, and the only exorcism is a new love, and a fresh start far away from the cobwebs of dusty past. Godspeed to you on this.~~~MFB III


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

MFB, thank you for this, and yes, even given the gift of hindsight, I'm afraid we'd still make the same choices most of the time. They make us who we are.


SilverGenes 6 years ago

lalesu, whenever I come to your pages to read, I leave richer for the experience. You have a way of weaving emotion and imagery that touches both the heart and mind. What we did in the past is part of who we are and anyone who professes to love us now should care for that part of us, too. Jealousy is a cesspool and I'm glad you surfaced in time.


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Thank you SilverGenes, to think that my writing makes anyone feel richer is a gift to me.

Life is beautiful. I've allowed jealousy and anger the privilege of making only a few decision for me and even those I will keep, because they're attached to people I love. Thank you, again. ~ Laura

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