Poem of the Day

I love this poem. I love it the way I love my own skin. It’s like this poem belongs to me. I’m a woman who burns her bridges, leaving blazing fires in my wake. Sometimes, amidst the ashes, regrets are born.

BTW, I’m going camping for a few days and won’t have internet access.

Antilamentation

by Dorianne Laux

Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read
to the end just to find out who killed the cook.
Not the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark,
in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication.
Not the lover you left quivering in a hotel parking lot,
the one you beat to the punchline, the door, or the one
who left you in your red dress and shoes, the ones
that crimped your toes, don’t regret those.
Not the nights you called god names and cursed
your mother, sunk like a dog in the livingroom couch,
chewing your nails and crushed by loneliness.
You were meant to inhale those smoky nights
over a bottle of flat beer, to sweep stuck onion rings
across the dirty restaurant floor, to wear the frayed
coat with its loose buttons, its pockets full of struck matches.
You’ve walked those streets a thousand times and still
you end up here. Regret none of it, not one
of the wasted days you wanted to know nothing,
when the lights from the carnival rides
were the only stars you believed in, loving them
for their uselessness, not wanting to be saved.
You’ve traveled this far on the back of every mistake,
ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house
after the TV set has been pitched out the upstairs
window. Harmless as a broken ax. Emptied
of expectation. Relax. Don’t bother remembering
any of it. Let’s stop here, under the lit sign
on the corner, and watch all the people walk by

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10 responses to “Poem of the Day

  1. almostclever

    LOVE

  2. SOLIDSOUL

    Dorianne Laux,
    ……………………Not the nights you called god names and cursed
    your mother,……………………

    MUSLIM MAMA.

    • It’s sad that you’ve completely misunderstood the poem and continue to soil my comments section with your insipid and uninspiring Islamic spam. Apparently not even poetry is immune to your solicitations, and if there’s anything I hold sacred, poetry tops the list. You have worn out your welcome here and I will no longer tolerate or publish your comments SOLIDSOUL/truth/nonextoex/Abdullah and what ever other name you go by (you’ve not fooled anyone here). Go start your own blog, you won’t use mine anymore to further your agenda. Goodbye and good riddance. You really are a sad little gnat.

  3. So beautiful, I’ve been sending it to lots of people and just posted it on my blog too. So so beautiful, and absolutely haunting and touching. Thank you so much for sharing this.

  4. mike00000000001

    I watched the video this guy posted. It was actually touching. Although in reality not everyone has had a great child hood. So it would be hard for these people to listen to this. I feel like I am getting a perspective. There really is so much to be thankful for if you have parents that actually took care of you. That really does deserve some respect. Looking at this video objectively by itself and for its own sake it was actually interesting.

    • Being thankful to your parents has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING AT ALL to do with the poem. The line about cursing god and your mother has to do with being so depressed and desperate that you would actually curse the beings that brought you into the world but then live to realize that it was all a part of experience that makes you who you are today. I’ve been there. That’s why I love the poem. Go to a religious website if you want a bunch of feel good videos about how great god is etc. You won’t find it here.

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