i forget how far away I am
i have always been … too far
she says; Goodbye darling in a voice I know better than my own a voice playing in my inner ear avoir d’autres chats à fouetter distracted after my first mistake pencil in mouth, sucking on lead never good enough or precise in my knit i don't know if it's the last time I'll hear those words what I do know is I'm trying to stop myself crawling out of my skin and I can't say why this has happened this creature who seeks succor at the end of the day to hear your voice letting her know you're okay but they'll never know my child's wrapped need i can set a tone as ships collide and planes come down when literally the sea is on fire and she's no longer coming home These thirty years cyclones making cream of wheat in fields and when I'm at my worst i sound so damn calm
I think we all have those veneers that we use to hide our vulnerability and shield us from getting hurt – we hope.
The image is a mind-boggling beautiful. And your words, match it perfectly.
Your words are moving and always so powerful it’s hard to express the emotions they evoke.
So beautiful ❤️
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Somehow, my browser is not showing the poem, but I was able to read it in the email notice, this evocation of a mask concealing swirling anxiety within.
this is gorgeous
I had the same problem as Bob. Clicked on reader text to produce the most powerful poem
Beautifully expressed and crafted, as always.
I cannot see any poem here only an image, must be my settings…? Pop-up blockers…
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I like the sucking on lead followed by succour in the next stanza…you are a subtle, supple and damn crafty poet Feather
Wonderfully penned!
This is really great, love your writing
The feeling is mutual you’re superb
Awe thank you so much! 😉