You know,
I look beautiful in mirrors.
If you were here,
you could watch me in
freeze-frames,
shift lovely and ugly
in the turns of the light,
in the way I run my fingers through my hair,
or through yours.
Hourglasses in garden rows,
mock me from the hanging tree,
where I see them upside down,
so time just keeps waiting,
or moving backwards,
or flying up
between greening leaves.
Reveling in excesses
and indulgences,
is what I do best.
Which roles am I ignoring?
The ones that make me a woman?
The ones that take my breaths in
pungent wallops and scourging prongs?
My only roles are daydreams,
and drinking,
drawing pictures,
and dying.
your words and blog inspire me so I hope you accept this nomination. http://simplypoeticme.com/2013/04/08/very-inspiring-blogger-award/
I’m so honored, thank you so much.
very very welcome!
Hi! I’ve nominated you for the Inspiring Blogger Award. Please accept the nomination: http://quietcassandra.wordpress.com/2013/04/08/the-inspiring-blogger-award/
Your posts are beautiful.
So kind, thank you.
Drinking and dying – the dynamic duo of depression. You need new friends – happier and more therapeutic ones. You seem to have many here. But it’s impossible (I think) to slap a friend through the internet. It hurts to read your latest pieces.
“turn lovely and ugly / in the turns of the light” I can see it! every day you post your poetry is a better day!
All of your work is seemingly revealing – you are able to touch on your spirit so well with your words. A couple of poems ago someone referenced Sylvia Plath. Her piece ‘Mirrors’ seems to speak in this writing. Well done.
scary, I almost titled this “mirror, mirror”
We all have solid mentors – direct or indirect. We choose bits and pieces of their lives to incorporate into our own. However, we certainly needn’t follow their every move as their choices often disappoint us in the final moments. Keep writing.
I liked this one. I like the self-deprecating tone of this,
Beauty — blah, blah, blah. Your poems have taken a decidedly suicidal turn. From tinges to preoccupation. WTF? Exit in another way. There are too many other ways. Seriously.
Damn, but you are a freaking good poet! Thank you.
Ooooo! Love!
Reveling in excesses / and indulgences / is what I do best. Is this perhaps one of your biggest admissions so far? 😉 Lovely work.
You dont need any praises Sufi