Poet at an Impasse

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Love doesn’t have to be eloquent all the time.

Yesterday as I was
locking up the office for the night
I found my soul sitting in the corner
with her face on her knees
sobbing and shaking her head
and she would not speak

because all the words within her reach
have already been owned
by the man she wanted to use them for
and they have pledged allegiance to him
and deserted her.
That’s why her brokenness had no sound
and she has ceased being articulate
and she was in the corner
because she didn’t want
anybody to find out.

If her tattooed arms could speak
she would reach out to him
wordlessly
and tell him with her eyes
You leave me no choice.
Take me.
Love me.

5 responses to “Poet at an Impasse”

  1. [PINGBACK from http://ystrapilipina.wordpress.com/2010/02/24/cat-got-your-tongue/]

    Ah. There it is. Whew.

    From the brains of a poet worth every sensible person’s notice – Miss Iris Orprecio – come the words that have been slipping like Gollum’s crunchable fishies through my fingers since yesterday. Her poetry has been invoked here because for now I have decided to give up on any measure of eloquence I may have had.

    Last night I tried to write about God, myself, and the state of my toes. Yes, Aya Minimo, I tried to put over two years’ worth of blood, sweat, and tears on paper, and failed miserably.

    This poem IS my heart, save that I am leaving my corner and exposing my wordless, voiceless brokenness to all. Like the character in the poem, my words have deserted me to pledge their allegiance to him.

    So here I am, left with nothing but silent passion and yielded toes.

    Still waters run deep. That’s what Lila Belardo taught me back when my arsenal of words often got reduced to gestures and mute tears as I tried to talk to her about how God was changing me.

    Right now, I’m positively drowning. Ergo the silence.

    You leave me no choice.
    Take me.
    Love me.

    Where else will I go? John 6:68.

    P.S. In case some people plan to take things out of context [as many tend to do whenever I open my mouth], I’ll be blunt [read: condescendingly obvious] and say that “he” is God. In my case, at least. Let’s see if anyone tries to be dense with something as blatant as that. Heh.

  2. Awww Patty! Why I am so honored.

    about your PS. I think when people take things out of context they’re actually putting it in their own personal context?

    anyway after seeing this post I feel like listening to Stacie Orrico’s “Strong Enough”. It’s something people re-re-re-contextualize as well!

    and you know I’ve always been a fan of your poetry / ramblings / 2 cents a.k.a. graphic, eloquent Facebook statuses. ๐Ÿ™‚

    believe it or not it also took me about 15 other poems before I could get this one out properly. I was talking about an ACTUAL man, you see – one who (I think) is a better poet than I am. More accomplished. Every time I write something good, I would always find one of his performances in YouTube and it would have a line similar to mine, but much better! It was frustrating. Haha. The sitting-on-the-corner-crying image was not exaggerated. But I do feel what you’re trying to say here too.

  3. ooh. when i listen to poetry on youtube, they make me want to start scribbling, but i get word constipation when it actually boils down to it. i love poetry slams. ๐Ÿ˜€
    anyway, “better” is subjective. hehe. maybe when your book gets out and you hear what people have to say about your poetry, things will start looking shinier. keep writing, anyway. ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. *curtsy* I will keep that in mind. ๐Ÿ˜‰

  5. Thank you…I think LOL! It is an honor that you think so highly of my poetry, being such a masterful poet yourself!

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