The fever
never broke,
It held
for a few days
Before his
temperature rose again.
I held
him,
I never
thought
I could
love him,
This man I
met
On my
wedding day,
And yet
here I was
Holding
him, willing the fever
To go
away.
The fever
never broke,
Instead he
broke,
Slipping
into the cool waters
Of death
never to reemerge.
There were
days when
I wanted
this,
I prayed
for this,
For my
husband to
Cease
being so that
I may live
the life
I wanted
to live.
Now I
would do anything
To see his
smiling face,
To reach
across the expanse
Of our bed
and find
His solid
form fast asleep,
To live
happily ever after,
But....
But the
fever never broke,
It instead
swallowed whole
The only
man I loved,
The only
man I hated,
16 comments:
hmmm.those strange twists that life thrusts upon us.kudos!
That is a brave poem to write. Very brave.
Sometines we simply don't know what we want, do we?
Or what is good for us.
Sad thoughts here, Kim. But most of us married have had the first. And one has to go first.
Lightening up, as I was helping Mrs. Jim get our of the house today I said, as I was handing her her watch, would you have willed it to me in case you die before I do?
I would wear it as it is large and looks sort of retro.
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Such a powerful piece. The repetion makes it even stronger.
...I've been married almost 23 years and I can't imagine "wanting him to die". I understand the sentiment in this poem... but find it almost disturbing with that line in it, as she professes to love him.
I totally understand that. Especially from an arranged marriage standpoint. Its not the same as wanting to kill them yourself. Its a very real and a very true sentiment. It is also common, I've heard, especially in the growth periods when you feel like strangers to each other.
I adore this perspective on arranged marriage. Always an American, I have little exposure to the realities of this cultural phenomenon. You guided me to consider another angle. Well done. The repetition, by the way, is a strong and effective device, as used here.
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2013/02/26/intensity-toward-blue/
dang...ugh...to have a loved one die....could there be good that came of it...if you were escaping something far worse....it is a shock to the senses...but it forces a new perspective on us...
My goodness, I hope this wasn't autobiographical.. i loved the sheer power of this. I also love how you bring us through the range of emotions that such an arrangement must bring. This is a quietly devastating work.
If this was made from an arranged marriage sort, I can understand the sentiments of wanting to be free ~
I like the refraining lines of the fever never broke...very powerful share ~ Much enjoyed it ~
Such a wide range of emotions here... But they feel real, and honest.
Haunting.
oh heck...this just leaves me speechless..heavy emotions in this..
This was so touching ..
really heard breaking ..
What a powerful poem! So much honesty to this.
Wow. This is a moving and soulful piece. It is difficult to treat such heart wrenching subject matter as fiction, as I have been taught, so I will say that your piece struck a deep chord within me. Anyone who has had a tumultuous marriage knows the fantasy of wanting to be free. Not to mention the artful way you constructed it..The repetition of The fever never broke,
Instead he broke,"
and "The fever never broke,
and it swallowed him whole"
It gave the fever life or power over life. I admire your courage here. thank you.
achy sad.
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