...quiet, about a lot of things...
Thursday, July 12, 2007
People Watchin.....for Poetry Thursday....
Other women...with bodies of all different shapes and sizes, must feel differently. This really intrigues me. Not in a judgemental catty way. In a envious way. I wonder what I am lacking, when I feel the need to cover every flaw I have. Believe me if I could have walked backwards into the ocean and pool without tripping...and ending up spread eagle on the sand....I would have. I am constantly tugging, shielding and draping.
Others strut. Uncovered. Un saronged. Unashamed. I watch them walk from behind my sunglasses and admire them in their bold imperfection. They are blooming like brilliant island flowers, while I am caught in my neurotic narcissistic self grooming cycle. Constantly pruning the new growth. Constantly picking at bumps that may have become buds, that may have been beauty.
It is so hot,even threads
are a burden. My skin yearns
to be free of it's slight cage.
The smallest tug of my fingers
would undo this cleated slavery.
I could slip the knot, escape
this thin fortress. My hands
are so close, I can feel
their heat on my neck.
Well, Happy Poetry Thursday everyone!
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