Thursday, February 17, 2011

peel me an onion Friday 55

I’m static, frantic,
magnetic, shielding
shards of heart
with recycled refuse
            (just onion tears)
We’re refusing reclusion
collecting letters
upon utterances
unpeeling splices
           (over onion tears)
Our juices rise
like pungent repellant
solely with olfaction
flavors are favored
          (taste onion tears)
He’s spreading splines
ribs of mine
are tearing free
revealing me
          (in onion tears)




sometimes communication is hard.  sometimes assumptions are easier. sometimes solitude is safer.  but always, always, open honest communication is really living.

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11 comments:

  1. moondustwriterFebruary 17, 2011 at 11:26 PM

    Maybe an onion would help break the ice
    a fine teary 55

    hope all is well on your side of the state :)

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  2. Steve IsaakFebruary 18, 2011 at 1:40 AM

    Sensory potent work.

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  3. Brian MillerFebruary 18, 2011 at 3:10 AM

    coild not agree more with your summation...so easy to jack up our communication...

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  4. the walking manFebruary 18, 2011 at 3:34 AM

    I think my tears would be more than onion tears if she had to spread my ribs to get a look inside.

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  5. G-ManFebruary 18, 2011 at 6:06 AM

    Fab Di...
    Will you PLEASE remember Fridays?
    Your 55 blew me away!
    I don't get very emotional about things but for some reason this really touched me.
    Revealing indeed.
    Thanks for playing, you are missed, have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  6. TALONFebruary 18, 2011 at 7:29 AM

    Peeling away the layers - it sounds painful, but cathartic. There's bravery here.

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  7. Maude LynnFebruary 18, 2011 at 10:45 AM

    This really touched me, too. Just excellent.

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  8. Monkey ManFebruary 18, 2011 at 5:34 PM

    Onion tribute. Cool.

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  9. MonaFebruary 19, 2011 at 5:54 AM

    that is how life is. And you keep on peeling and in the end you reach nothing...But you are so cleansed, that it does not matter by the time you reach the end

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  10. AnonymousFebruary 24, 2011 at 6:50 PM

    I honestly don't think I have ever read a more apt description and depiction of "communication" ever before!! This was BRILLIANT, my friend!
    And the metaphors, fantastic!
    That little onion must be crying his layers off on read this one.. :)

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  11. erinMarch 6, 2011 at 6:48 PM

    there's a lot to be had in any onion
    a lot of layers
    and a lot of ways to go wrong

    a lot of ways to go right too, i suppose

    xo
    erin

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