It sits on my shoulder,
craving attention; I try to ignore
the surreptitious tears it draws
from my soul’s well,
and snot green bile
so bitter it chokes.
It puts up a fence
around happy memories;
I have to tear it down,
time after time,
posts and nails,
tangled barbed wire.
It rewrites stories;
they’re not true
and it wants me to believe
its lies about you.
But I am learning to ignore it
so I can find you again.
Kim M. Russell, 3rd April 2018
My response to The Poetry School NaPoWriMo prompt Day 3: Against the Grain, shared on Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform: NaPoWriMo Style
Today, Ali would like us to write a poem that’s against something: it can be a logical argument, a passionate polemic, or an admission that we don’t actually like, say, The Wire, or the poems of Emily Dickinson. It can be anything we want — but the point is we must state our opposition to something. Our titles should be ‘Against X’ where X represents our objects of loathing, as in today’s example poem, ‘Against Naturism’ by Roddy Lumsden.
You convey so much feeling in these stanzas. The second is particularly vivid. The whole conveys a strong message about the way grief can alter a person’s perception of reality.
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Thank you, Kerry. Someone who commented on it at The Poetry School suggested that ‘soul’s well’ is too poetic and I should find a more concrete image – and that the poem needs trimming.
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I disagree with your critic. I think “soul’s well” is perfectly fine in this context; in fact don’t see what else you could have said. Nor do I see here you could have trimmed an already spare piece without losing some of the most telling details. That “snot green bile / so bitter it chokes”, for instance, could all be reduced simply to “bile” but would lose so much emotional impact if so.
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Thank you so much, Rosemary. Your comments are not only helpful but also give me confidence to trust my writing.
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I mean “where you could have trimmed…”
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I totally agree with Rosemary. This piece is not controlled. This poem is not too lengthy. Soul’s well needs to stayy right Where It is. This one of the modt honest poems you have written. I have learned, I don’t always have to be brave or to always keep my emotions inside.
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Thank you, Toni, for friendly, honest reassurance ‘soul’s well’ stays. Last night I read another comment about ‘snot green bile’! I think that was the last one. Let’s see what they don;’t like today.
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I don’t think half the people at these places have a clue. No insult to you dear heart, but those who can – do. Those who can’t – teach.
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Trust your own ability in any artistic endeavour you embark upon.This is very very important. Sensitive people are easily crushed. Keep on writing no matter what. Too many green Salieris in this world:)
Your poem evokes the suffering from grief very effectively.
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Thank you, Rall.
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This is incredibly evocative Kim!💕 Woe and grief can mess with our head and force us to believe things which are not real. Especially love the tenderness of the image “the surreptitious tears it draws from my soul’s well.”
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Thank you, Sanaa.
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ah, those inner voices, the rubbish we tell ourselves, i almost convinced me i’m worthless! And the art is perfect, pour your grief into the Earth.
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Thank you, Eric.
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I am completely convinced by your passionate rejection of grief and your excellent reasons!
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Thank you, Rosemary.
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This is so poignant and revealing, grieve will have its own timing,,I especially like “ it puts up a fence around happy memories”
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Thank you!
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You managed to capture so much power and intensity so vividly Kim. Truly evocative and so not in need of any trimming!
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Thank you!
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Very moving piece about the lies pain and sadness can tell us.
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Thank you, Rommy.
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The grief is told so well in this… the way I can almost feel its weight and the need to fence in the happier memories is so well done.
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Thank you, Bjorn. The first year and a bit has been the hardest. The bereavement counselling is sadly over but the grief isn’t.
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I especially admire your middle stanza……grief does alter our perception. I like the narrator’s resistance, in hope of finding the loved one again.
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Thank you, Sherry.
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Grief can be so exhausting, tearing it all down, and pretending it isn’t there. xoxoxo
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Thank you, Annell. 😊 xxx
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Grief can be such a treacherous bastard, an devourer of smiles, a kicker of warmth…
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.. and for all things there is a season … I enjoyed this Kim.
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Thank you, Helen.
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Excellent. 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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Thank you so much, Dorna. This was a hard one to write.
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kaykuala
But I am learning to ignore it
so I can find you again.
There has to be a designated desire to fulfill. Great lines Kim!
Hank
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Thanks Hank!
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Grief is a monster…You have written it well. Thanks so much for entering my contest!
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🙂
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So powerful! Captures exactly how powerful grief can be to twist even the best memories. It definitely does leave you feeling trapped in it’s torturous grips.
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Thank you for reading and commenting.
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Grief is such a personal journey and here your ‘soul’s well’ is full and you bring buckets of presence to the surface. Keep drawing from the source Kim.
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Thanks Paul 🙂
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Happy to have found your blog.
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Glad you found me and thanks for reading!
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