17183914810_d81091c658_bShe has not answered the door in many years

even when she had a door

even when there was a bell to ring

or wood to pound

she recalls once

feeling as if it were only herself

and the world

miming in pirouette masks back and forth

echoing on either side of a shard of glass

and she cut out that feeling with thin lines

blossoming under the bath

bubbling their way into unconsciousness

until lifted from reddening closure

she could not recognize afterward

thin on blood and holy water

her face in the hallway mirror

though she saw how badly the brass frame

needed polishing

perhaps if I smooth the glass

it will show me as I feel

not the scars and the fear

dancing across with pointed shoes

every year she remained patent

underneath the mossy dander

listening for the interupted caller

watching herself grow in reduction

a vile experiment in self exile

once a color, become ash in circles

for her tongue to lap

words left beneath earth

chanting dieties

and her child

was in a bottle set out to sea

playing mahogany violin

that could be captured by

circling satelites looking

much like stars




28 thoughts on “SHE

  1. I really loved this! Especially the part about wanting to smooth the mirror to see your better self instead the broken self you’re trying to escape. I struggle with connecting with people and seeing any worth in who I am, so this really spoke to me. Plus I just loved the flow of the piece and your metaphors, especially the line about “Thin blood and holy water!”

  2. It has always struck me as incredible that the kinds of people I admire are those with the least self-confidence, and those whom I feel have less to boast about, appear to do so with regularity! You my friend are one I would have much confidence and worth in, and yet you do not feel that self-worth, maybe it is a lack of self-work that enables us to write this way, I do not know, but just as the ‘wrong people have money’ maybe the wrong people do not have confidence in themselves. I wish I had a mirror I could reflect to you what I see. Meanwhile please know, if this is the doom of being an artist, there is an upside, and I so appreciate you xo

  3. “Watching herself grow in reduction” at first seems like a contradiction, then it just feels so sad. Thank you for sharing your gifts and talents with us!

  4. This was a terrific read. Being humble should be praised, not seen as a weakness. I wish I had The Trumpster Fire’s number. He should read this multiple times, though I doubt he’d take it to heart. People like him don’t seem to be cursed with self-awareness.

  5. “and she cut out that feeling with thin lines

    blossoming under the bath”

  6. Wow! Loved this poem. Being a dancer, I could close my eyes and see movements to these colorful words.

  7. I agree, your words really are exquisite, to the point of making all others seem trite. This is haunting, melancholy, beautiful. Bravo my friend!

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