not wearing glasses

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    not wearing glasses


    I walk through thin veils
    of colored light and carefully
    tread upon gleaming shards
    of precious glass -
    broken and neatly scattered
    upon arctic bathroom tiles.

    Each sliver reflects
    a single piece of your
    perfect anatomy.
    An arm, a leg, an eyeball -
    a swollen horizontal speck
    perceiving a soloist’s surrender
    outside a witch’s mirror.

    I cried your name
    in between
    loathsome waves of solitude
    this past weekend -
    weightless letters floating
    above my bleeding passion
    like starved vultures
    gleaning over carrion.

    Did you know the affection
    I’ve smothered you with
    these past thirty years
    is beginning to smell
    like dirty nylon socks?
    I use them now to
    dampen my bloated eyes.

    You're fitly ignorant
    of my extended limbs
    and repressed sorrows.
    They covet apparel
    not filamented with
    fleece and falsities.
    Your rehearsed kisses
    are dressed in dull razors -
    rendering my lips
    gauged and coarsely
    cracked.

    I took a shotgun
    to the nightlight last evening
    and prayed as I reached for you
    through strands of tattered muslin.
    I was hoping to grasp
    a parcel of your fading glint
    and humbly touch
    your jagged aura -

    I foolishly cut my hands.

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    kdarcy commented on not wearing glasses

    12-11-2010

    Blew me away, I had to read it again ... you have reached into a deep place and pulled out raw emotions, real feelings, on my Fav list for sure, your descriptions were great, be well k

    FlowerGirl commented on not wearing glasses

    03-22-2010

    Hello asilentnomad! I Like How You Expressed In Fullness Of Your Every Emotion In it's Entirety& Honesty..I Feel That .It Is Important to Do That, In Order To Be Able To Keep What Is Left Of The Good Things, And To Let Go Of Those Things That No More Can Serve A Purpose Of Something Positive......May You Continue To Be Inspired And Encouraged To Reach Deep Into Your Soul Of Your Life's Experiences, Thoughts, and All That Is Within You, And Create "Those Master Pieces" That Exist Within You Already, and Awaiting To Overflow!!! Smile Blessings, Flower Girl

    Sacredheart commented on not wearing glasses

    02-26-2010

    Well, surprise! surprise! You express your feelings so well in poetic form I'm left feeling blown away. I learn and grow as a writer reading you that's for sure. Keep writing and posting and I'll keep reading! Take care Patty

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