You were born without a name
clothes handed down with sweat stains
not your own imposter
never seen
by false doubles who called you their child
you were nothing and you were everything
an unglued magic lifting off an empty table
set for nobody
you slept in the rafters of your ancestors
unable to articulate their absence
I recall the jars you had by your bedside
each one contained a scream
you stoppered and kept private
at night’s fall as we lay
watching bare branches flick in and out of
wan street light
illuminated shadows dancing
like anorexic girls inspecting themselves
this way and that, before elongated mirror
you would breathe out
and with your breath came a color
violet and sorrowful
like an instrument kept in velvet case
presses just enough to leave a trace
of the sheen in its wood
no matter how deeply I moved in you
lighting your emptiness with whispers
your anchor never reached the bottom
choosing instead oblivion
not staying long enough for choice
as cast off children know only too well
the fragment of life
spilt before their awareness matured
sitting in a full room alone
rubbing the soft worn cotton of a shirt
bought for someone else
This is splendid! One of my favourites of yours. It all works, the images, the metaphors, the story. Truly lovely.
**CRASH** What could that sound be? (Candy hitting the floor in a very happy swoon) (you realize how much this means to me?) (thank you SO much Poetess)
Wow and wow, to the picture and the poem. My favorite line is about the jars containing screams on the bedside table. Awesome.
To my mind, it’s a very good poem.
Thank you muchly my fellow HA poet♡
Just wonderful! Loved the line, “as cast off children know only too well
the fragment of life” ….
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Beautifully written! My life story, I am an orphan despite being born to people with actions that contradict words.
What can I say? You took the words from my mouth. Only the best of the best from you Candice
Desperately sad
C, you are still poetry’s muse full of deep words that penetrate the soul and Pierce the mind. Beautiful just as you are dear friend. I missed your work so I stopped by to read it and I am so happy I did because as always you never disappoint. Blessings to you Poetry’s incredible muse. Oh and by the way I have your book I have been reading it again.
Thank you so much! I appreciate you! Thank you also for getting the book you are wonderful!
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Thank you dearest manuel♡
Thank you beautiful rain♡
I think you are an incredible person and i admire you so much
Thank you so much my friend
You’re welcome C, you were always good to me so of course I will support you and your work. I loved it by the way. Your next book you call it poetry’s muse cause that is exactly what you are and what you always will be.
Blush. You leave me speechless.
I too have scream jars.
It’s all true your work is as beautiful as you and your soul my friend
It is always my pleasure and delight Candice, always
‘like anorexic girls inspecting themselves, this way and that, before elongated mirror’…this reminds me of my sad days in the eating disorder program where everyone shared their stories of wanting to be beautiful, but were’t thin enough. 😦 Another superb poem my friend, where do you come up with these words that flow! Hugs xo
Thank you so much. The admiration is mutual ❤
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