Keyhole (At Some Time in Many Lives)


Keyhole (At Some Time in Many Lives)

the blur eddies
around a single truth
like a broken tooth

the well of the cavity
in its vacuum roar yelling (silently)
that he doesn’t love you–
or, he loves you
but just not that much–

your tongue longs to touch
the sore place, to explore
endlessly
the rutted prongs, the darts
of the anti-Cupid

until the pain becomes
a habit–
you chew
around it, breath
in one-sided whistle, and yet
the tongue probes, sometimes
his, both avoiding and relishing
the quick
of naked nerve–

the pain is not your friend, no, not
your lover,
but at least a reliable
companion, one
who always shows up,
stays the night through,
eats breakfast with you–

*********************

Draft poem for Susie Clevenger’s prompt on Real Toads to write something inspired by the idea of a keyhole.  I’m sorry if I’ve missed returning any comments– a busy few days, but will catch up.  

The above is a picture I took at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York of a piece in their permanent collection;  unfortunately, I do not know the name of original photographer (though I’m guessing from the age of the photograph that it may not be under copyright.)  I will certainly take down upon request from copyright holder. 

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14 Comments on “Keyhole (At Some Time in Many Lives)”

  1. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) Says:

    Amazing poem. I love the image you chose, too.

  2. Jim Says:

    I like it, K. Been there, done that. It was actually a relief when ‘she’ made the first move to leave. It was different from yours in that I don’t think she was capable of deep love. Her fourth marriage stuck, I was first.
    My theory is that there is an age when being married is a necessary convenience, one like your last five lines.
    ..


  3. How often we seek the pain… Trustworthiest of friends, love the in-Cupid… The reverse, in that loneliness in the night.

  4. hedgewitch Says:

    I had that photo for my avatar once–I’m sure it is in the public domain. AFA the poem, I believe I may have had that for my avatar too–a fine peek at the naked nerve we expose to the drill of love, trusting but not always properly mubed before the extraction.


  5. Depth of feeling and fantastic wordplay! Wonderful.

  6. Kerry O'Connor Says:

    This poem is riddled with the truth of heart break, so well expressed in your metaphor. It took my breath away with the sharp turning of the blade.


  7. This is such a fantastic poem. You managed to capture a lot of the feelings and emotions that this kind of situation produces. Thanks. I really enjoyed it.

    Greetings from London.


  8. “one
    who always shows up,
    stays the night through,”

    Ha…. good, old reliable “pain”.


  9. Wow! There is so much to love about this one. Love…a broken tooth. It remains as a reminder of lost relationship, the memory a strange comfort. Thank you so much for taking part in the challenge!!


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