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Allysa

Senior Member

since 1999-11-09

Posts 1952
In an upside-down garden

0 posted 2003-07-01 10:56 PM

She traces words in her
sunburnt and blistered life
mimicking the wonderous ways
of happiness and finding out
it's easier said then done.

How does she hold it inside
that small pickle jar in her
heart, letting it float in the
juice and sucking on her fingers,
savoring the taste of new life.

Tree leaves tear and let her fall,
she lands on a cradle of fear
removing her rings before she sleeps
in fear of some bizarre world
seeping into her bed with her
and crawling into her brain.

Papercut clothing covers a brilliant
broken blistering soul, keeping it
safe from the evil world that surrounds
this lightning techincolored world
as she fights to fit her way
back into her torn skin.

She fights gravity as it
inserts a hook in her bellybutton
lifting her away from the rows and rows
of hell in the bookstore as she explores
attempting to find her life
in between some random covers.

Words explain very little to her
she's immune to the feeling of love
repelling rain with her eyes
it parts, a sea of emotion and allows
her small being to pass right through,
untouched, unshaken.

Portals to another dimension
absorb her through her thoughts
interrogating her earlobes and slipping
stringed peas into her system
to make sure her mother still approves
in the morning.

The Chronicles of Nothing absorb her
her interest lies between the pages
slipping into them like bed sheets
content on taking them for a test drive
before committing to anything long term.

And the dictionary placed her
next to the picture of the word lost
but how could you describe that feeling
accurately in a book when she lives it
she could describe it better than
any definition.

(there may be more to come.. depending on how I feel tonight).

"Tourists are terrorists with cameras. Terrorists are tourists with guns."~Anon.

[This message has been edited by Allysa (07-02-2003 10:29 PM).]

Local Parasite

Member Elite

since 2001-11-05

Posts 2527
Transylconia, Winnipeg

1 posted 2003-07-13 01:55 PM

Allysa... geezus, I think I'm in love...

You're such a creative and stunning writer.  I really envy your ability to take the mundane and everyday world and pick and choose from the images it presents, and use them as symbols... the pickle jar, the bookstore, stringed peas, and especially the tree leaves... looks like suburbia, lush and utterly lifeless...

This poem is fantastic, definitely one of your best.  There's a lot of angst and a lot of trapped-in-the-modern-universe coming through in what you've written.  Reminds me of Eliot's poetry in a way.  Have you read him?  You might like him, he did the same thing you did, and seems he felt the same way you feel a lot of the time...

I'm putting this in my private library.  Everything about it is worthy of praise and I think you deserve much more attention than zero replies.  A talented woman you are, Allysa...

Brian

Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley

Allysa

Senior Member

since 1999-11-09

Posts 1952
In an upside-down garden

2 posted 2003-07-13 10:25 PM

You have made my day, Brian. Actually, you have made my week (but it wasn't a very good week).

I am now feeling delighted, a little less tired, and very very pleased (a bit with myslef). Yay. Thank you very much.

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