October 3, 2005
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New poem….
Her Other Name
Thoughts of Cinderella are
conjured in solitude as a mind
screams at it’s owner in
the empty king-size bed.
Rust colored stains mark the mattress
as the scabs of broken blisters
are picked with the shards of
ill-fitting glass slippers.
The ceiling stares down with a
kind and familiar face,
and flourescent light scalds the retinas
of windows too tired to cry.
Once upon a time there was
a land where you were not sad
and if you close your eyes, you see it
through the scrim of dark and grief.
Comments (9)
*worships the Jan by bowing and going aOOOOga! aOOOOga!*
Seriously, this is amazing! I envy your talent
I really like your poetry. Generally I don’t comment because I’m no authority… but these are really cool in my opinion! Thanks for commenting back on my BRIK… it was fun to try and make the words fit the criteria!
I heard many times that someone’s mother is the devil. I wonder how its like since my mother is like an angel.
I like it! Not happy, but that’s one of the things I like about it. Same reason I’m a big Death Cab for Cutie fan.
ryc: There was no question that all, or even a large majority, of the students missed entirely. I’d like to think that means something. Have decided to give them all a five-point raise, for good or ill, but maybe it will make us all feel better.
Thank you for your comment! October is a great month to fall in love.
that was a beautiful poem.. keep it up, and have a great day
That one hurts a little, Jan. And that’s a compliment, btw. Well done.
RYC–LOL, I liked yours too. That’s funny! I think you did just fine!!!
PS–(sigh) I’m sorry about not commenting. I’ve sorta been climbing the walls lately and not commenting or reading anywhere. Please forgive me? Please?
Like the other person said–that one DOES hurt a little…but that’s why it moves me…it hits me where I am at.