Monday, March 10, 2014

Gutted

 
your strings are pulled
and like the puppet that you are
you dance a dance
of action and reaction
to barbed words
 
baited and hooked
dangling from an arbitrary line
the knife twists and gutted
you're left cut open
 
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23 comments:

  1. Kerry O'ConnorMarch 10, 2014 at 10:41 AM

    Two very solid comparisons here really bring out the theme of your poem. The picture which accompanies the piece is brilliantly well-suited.

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    1. Kathryn DycheMarch 10, 2014 at 5:25 PM

      Thanks Kerry, I typically write a piece and then try to crate an image that works with it.

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  2. MaryMarch 10, 2014 at 11:18 AM

    Wow....a stunning metaphoric write.

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  3. Brian MillerMarch 10, 2014 at 12:53 PM

    so you have worked in the corporate world as well...ha
    or a relationship...or...ha....
    love the dangling from an arbitrary line....

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  4. Sherry Blue SkyMarch 10, 2014 at 1:02 PM

    The action and reaction to barbed words really speaks to me. Wonderful poem!

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  5. cosmos camiMarch 10, 2014 at 2:11 PM

    Wow! Sometimes I feel tangled in such strings

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  6. BrendaMarch 10, 2014 at 2:52 PM

    I like the staccato rhythm of the verses which enhance the "barbed" nature of the metaphors. Brilliant!

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  7. ClaudiaMarch 10, 2014 at 4:24 PM

    oh my...that is extremely painful...and think each of us has felt a bit like that at one or the other time in our lives... ouch..

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  8. FireblossomMarch 10, 2014 at 5:40 PM

    Swim, little fishy. Swim to friendlier waters!

    PS--I was delighted to find your friend request in my mailbox at Goodreads!

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  9. avalonMarch 10, 2014 at 6:17 PM

    Very good depiction in words and paint of what it must feel like to be at the other end of the famous 'tight line'.

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  10. LauraMarch 10, 2014 at 7:13 PM

    wow, articulated like surgery!

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  11. kaykualaMarch 10, 2014 at 7:38 PM

    It is pretty much slicing through the person without mercy. There are some hard hearted beings who can do it. Great observation Kathryn!

    Hank

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  12. GailMarch 10, 2014 at 7:58 PM

    Oh, my goodness. This is so real to me. Well done!

    And I have been there.

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  13. rallentandaMarch 10, 2014 at 10:44 PM

    Human interaction is not always good...you don't get this with pets geraniums or sprinklers.
    Liked this poem.

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  14. Audrey Howitt aka DivaloungerMarch 11, 2014 at 12:08 PM

    Just a wonderful write--someone else used the word staccato above--the words do feel very percusive here--

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  15. maritMarch 11, 2014 at 1:47 PM

    awesome pairing this poem with this image.

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  16. KarenMarch 14, 2014 at 2:16 PM

    The title says it all--made me think of life in America--as we dangle from the corporate strings.

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