Map To Agony

I made a thick map to agony where
blackbirds fly with molten wings,
cackle over swart prattle;
corrupted gut remains.

But, I cannot go.

I am busy.
I am Feeding on seeds of raw season
ardor.

Piles of sediment – particles soaked in grief – had been
heart raked,
sowed deep down inside hollow ground.
Alone with dark space.
Rooted.

In ten years, never could I have plucked up
as easily.
A sanguine, green gaze lifts rust cakes
from my wrists,
then my ankles,
then my eyes,
then my smile.

Then, I am moral.
There, I am valued.

Agony is an old white pillow that I
spit pneumonia on to.
It is Elvis Presley in fake fever morning.
It is six am deer fly kicks.
It is curled up on hard washroom
floor board.
It is repulsive reassurance;
malnourished.

I made a determined map to agony, where
nothing suffices,
dead things grow more dead
under night’s greasy carnivorous sweats.

But, I cannot go.

I am busy.
I am busy planting luster

with a green gazer,
with flexible wrists,
with fleshy eye-lids in restful reassurance.
I am nourished.
 

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20 thoughts on “Map To Agony

  1. Astounding, my dear, just astounding…. I made a determined map to agony, where
    nothing suffices,…. QED, as the math professor would say…. you stretch my vocabulary to its outer limits, for certain, trying to find the synonyms for amazing….

    • LOL…I try to push everyone’s vocabulary. Especially mine!! I love words. You can do so much with them. I’m not particularly that fond of this piece myself. I don’t know what it is. I’m just not feelin it so much.

      • That is a common reaction among the poets I see around here… I love what they are just lukewarm about… but I know what I like, so there…. 🙂 I happen to think this one has some very strong phrases, that connect to powerful images and feelings… and will produce that in any reader, I think…. any who, thanks for another good ‘un…

  2. As always you are spot on with the emotion and the words right now I feel you are writing me of late … but I know you are writing you . It is confusing but your poetry is is amazing.

  3. I am not much for the pros of poetry but your piece was quite lovely and I have decided to start following your blog and I am even going to give it a nod in my recommendations section which will provide a link to your site. Would be great if You could do the same
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  4. Dear Maggiemae, I really liked the usage of some unique phrases- unusual words bunched together to convey a totally new visual imagery. “particles soaked in grief “, “Agony is an old white pillow that I spit pneumonia on to”, “It is repulsive reassurance”, “I made a determined map to agony, where nothing suffices”. Really good usage there. I’m not so much into poetry, but your work interests me,enough, to go through the whole thing, to stop and ponder over the meaning for some time. Thank you for sharing your work. Will wait for more from you. Keep writing!!!

  5. A sanguine, green gaze lifts rust cakes
    from my wrists,
    then my ankles,
    then my eyes,
    then my smile.

    I love that bit especially. The whole poem is lovely. You layer words and meaning in a most amazing way,

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