Monday, August 13, 2012

leech


leech, that boneless, the loss
of purpose inching to suck
all the blood from my soul
has begun munching my mind

already weakened by a lack
of exercising, a disciplined reading
with dishing out to followers
acquired wisdom, the sweet cake

being stagnant too long in one
spot and anchored in a dead
love makes it easier for leech
to bring life to a screeching halt
 
11.08.2012

2 comments:

Verapoiesis said...

This poem has a contrast in it that shows an image of stagnation and a struggle against it that raises from the possibility of both: sucumbing to the leeches or opposing them.

Maria Elisa Castellanos Solá said...

The poem shows the vicious circle installed, the leech sucks the soul and the mind, weakens the person bringing the stagnation and thereby favoring again be sucked to death. The state of immobility and surrender is given by the figure of the anchor of a dead love. It is interesting to see the dead love stay alive through the deleterious action of the leech. A strong image and very good.
Calls the attention the statement that the leech has no bones, suggest its primitive state, insignificant and repulsive nature. And it holds the key to exit the vicious circle, and find strength and wisdom to cut the anchor rope that keeps the connection alive with the dead love.