“It Was The Sweetness I Was After” by Ariana Trinneer


It was the sweetness I was after.
The unfettered taste
of something present wrapped
and full of potential.
Yesterday I hung my bones out to dry
in the winter sun.
Clean and white they burned
like the bleach eaten rocks
we used to skip along the river.
Do you remember
when we laughed all the time
or is that just something I made up?
The accumulation of memory is useless
and that’s the bald headed truth.
A collection of spent seeds
to bury,
wishes
to blow.

It’s still me deep down,
It’s still me.
but there’s never any time now for knee buckling gazes,
when the world ricochets—
a flock of black words
against the window pane.
And the gap in my chest stretches so wide
that my hands gripping shoulders
over crossed chest
are not enough.
If I could just shake out
the misconceptions,
let them fly
with this northern wind
through the skeleton trees,
let loose the metallic taste
of disillusion
until my thoughts run sweet.
There is a big difference
between fearing the worst
and believing the best.

Ariana Trinneer

L. K. Thayer’s Foto Fetish

© 2010

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9 comments

  1. lkthayer · June 7, 2010

    “let them fly
    with this northern wind
    through the skeleton trees,
    let loose the metallic taste
    of disillusion
    until my thoughts run sweet.”

    Oh, this is such bittersweet wonderful writing, I love how you play
    and express your words always so deeply felt. thank you Ariana. Lisa

  2. Lordy · June 7, 2010

    Sometimes poems are just thinking aloud
    Sometimes thinking aloud are poems
    Sometimes you just got to say it
    Sometimes you just need to write it down

    Ariana…..Me tinks you just did it all and Lisa you framed it so well with that stunning tree…

  3. Roz Levine · June 7, 2010

    Ariana,
    This poem is a work of profound beauty. I’m sitting here on heartbreak, tears hitting the computer keys as I write these words to you. The profund will do that, won’t it, just shake your to the roots and core of all the tangles we carry.
    Write on and on and on.

  4. Roz Levine · June 7, 2010

    Oops, a typo above is what I see. I meant to write profound. Those little things happen when you write while sleep still sits on your eyelids.

  5. Julie · June 8, 2010

    This one’s amazing, girlfriend. Deep, dark and rich. Just the way I like my poetry.

    xoxox

  6. matthew · June 8, 2010

    This poem is wonderfully simple and really adept.
    I’ve read it three times and it read differently all three.
    Love,
    Matthew

  7. Adesh Kaur · June 11, 2010

    god, you’re good. “a flock of black words against the window pane.” right into my heart with every word. “and that’s the bald headed truth.”

  8. Errica Wilson · July 18, 2010

    Speechless. I feel heartbreaking loss, concession and then numbness.

  9. Sharon Kruse · August 8, 2012

    I too was in tears reading this. You brought back the worst time of my life which allowed me to purge some thoughts that needed to go. Thank you for that. I love your poetry Arianna.

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