Even Now

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    If anyone has ever been in a fight with someone they love, they will fully understand the meaning of this.

    Even Now

    Even now

    I know

    He was sad to see the droplets go-

    With diplomacy,

    And the velvet purse.

     

    Even now

    As I wonder, if he too is sitting

    At that table

    For several hour-long minutes

    Every cell inside silently crying

    With a choke dry throat

    And distinctly deserted eyes.

     

    Even now

    The coldness of the room

    Possessing us like stone specters

    Still haunted

    By the dull ache between memories.

    The abandonment of that one-

    Moment before

    Steeped deeply in clarified contrast

    With the next.

     

    Even now

    As I-

    Stare dully down

    The length of exposed inner flesh-

    Without any way to find expression-

    In open disbelief

    That those small sharp words

    Could some how pierce through

    The worn armor of callus common sense

    To reveal that soft, sacred place, too sensitive to touch-

    That place- which remembers:

     

    Even now

    We both know

    What we did not know

    Until the edge of the blade

    Was thrown from our tongues

    How the wounds would rend-

    And what kind of cruel chasm they would create.

     

    Even now

    The numbness of old Rum

    Will not anesthetize the taste of sorrow.

     

    -And it does not help

    To know

     

    Even now

    Though separate

    We sip the same

    Dank bitter drink- together

    As lovers will-

    In equal irony

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    train64 commented on Even Now

    02-02-2011

    I have been in that cold room have sipped the dank bitter drink and..only wished that i could write of it this magnificently. A true talent. ....Grasshopper

    shallenemcgrath

    02/02/2011

    Oh, how I wish I never knew it myself... but then we are the composite of our experience... This is how we learn compassion -through suffering.

    LenaM commented on Even Now

    01-20-2011

    God it's as if you've seen the scars on my soul and given them the words that fail me . You simply amaze me with your commanding prose that draws me in and has the ability to make me believe you've looked into this battle weary heart of mine !!

    shallenemcgrath

    01/27/2011

    I am so very glad that you think so Lena. As I have said many times before, it is important to me what you and Tender and blvd. think.

    blvdobd2009 commented on Even Now

    01-20-2011

    God u have a powerful way off making chilling truth warm and freeze souls all at once...I can so relate to common sense being completely null in void when I needed it the most in the heat of what I wanted...beautiful and real...choose life

    irreverent commented on Even Now

    01-18-2011

    I am in love with this poem...you've expressed so clearly and beautifully, one of the most subtle and painful of pains. excellent, excellent writing. I won't insult it with my (10) :)

    shallenemcgrath

    01/21/2011

    You never insult me :-)

    dahlusion commented on Even Now

    01-14-2011

    "Even now The numbness of old Rum Will not anesthetize the taste of sorrow"—brilliant! such a lovely poem of loss.

    shallenemcgrath

    01/17/2011

    And it did not anesthetize the taste of sorrow...

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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