Open Poetry #20 |
- Inside Looking Out - |
Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
Inside Looking Out At the window she sees the reflection of another in prisms of distorted truth piercing back with elusive eyes never worn, never opened to catch a glint of light in the flutter of lashes untraced by the wind's fingertips The clouds begin to clash outside into rolling screams of thunder seeping endless rain from the break in the deep of her heart of beat that bears the stain, knowing there must be something more, some miracle to moist the milk in her breast as her hand slowly falls down the glass pane haunting the vision She becomes the whispering weep of willow rustling the restless leaves against the canvas of a beautiful world that cannot play her inner crescendo to restore the years bitterly waged in defeat, imprisoned by the masks that refuse to melt with prayer Though she breathes a sigh of smiles that tangos 'round the wink of her soul, what she feels stirring within does not match what drapes on skin, in the tragedy of life's comedy she sees only the beast She bows once more for their applause, brilliance on display, no need to rehearse with strings intact, never missing a cue, a line, a step in masquerade of illusion. Still, they applaud she has fooled them all, even herself for a moment The real of her remains unread as she fades just out of reach, out of place in a stranger's flesh with dream still young, though fragile in a song sorrowed to mute Somewhere in time she will find what lies beneath, beyond and below the layers of shame. Though she is hollow, a fraud in fate's gown, she knows that someday a new morn will paint her in shades she recognizes where the healing begins to savour the sun with a sky to call her own By Melissa P. Monette |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
The real of her remains unread as she fades just out of reach, out of place in a stranger's flesh with dream still young, though fragile in a song sorrowed to mute there is so much to like about your poem... I shall save and read a bit more to gather more of its meaning M |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
someday indeed my friend. . . the need cries out in this one. . . excellent. . . ------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
this one is wonderful! I love the pic afterwards, it set off the whole piece! I can relate to this poem very well. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
piercing back with elusive eyes never worn, never opened to catch a glint of light in the flutter of lashes untraced by the wind's fingertips The clouds begin to clash outside into rolling screams of thunder seeping endless rain from the break in the deep of her heart of beat that bears the stain, knowing there must be something more, some miracle to moist the milk in her breast as her hand slowly falls down the glass pane haunting the vision ============================== Your just so good at this emotive poetry Melis...this is an aching, haunting write... and the imagery is a well defined as the emotions expressed. Good to read you again girlie. heart-hugs how about how good it feels to finally forgive you |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(big hugggssssss) This is soooooo emotionally powerful, sweet friend, may time ease all the hurt in her heart and bring her comfort to a brand new days approaching where all her dreams come true! (kiss on cheek) This is wonderful, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Melissa, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Melissa, this is a most powerful and beautiful write. One to keep and read over and over again...excellent! Hugs. ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Balladeer
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Ah, patootie girl, you can set such a mood with your words....you put me right there with you in this one.....applause |
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SmittenKitten Senior Member
since 2001-06-20
Posts 1131where the sky and horizon meet |
that tangos 'round the wink of her soul, what she feels stirring within does not match what drapes on skin" "Though she breathes a sigh of smiles that tangos 'round the wink of her soul, what she feels stirring within does not match what drapes on skin" Melissabee~ Ohhhh...this is so achingly beautiful! My skin tingles from the resonating impact of your words.....is it enough to say that this piece speaks to me? I truly *feel* the lines. This is a keeper for sure. Hugs, ~Krista Your beautiful words & creativity allow me to connect with the same in myself. |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Melissa, I love this, as you always seem to express my feelings so well. Beautifully done. And where do you find the great pictures? Sandra |
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