her pale lined face
fissures on a cliff side
carved deeply on thick coarse skin
time had been with her and about her
like new clay, tweaked, molded
she had become a map with
ice blue veins, her roadway of life
once pretty with hair black as night
falling to her slim wast
one look shows bitterness, pain
one look into those dead eyes
and you know where she has been
trapped in life, her memories hold tight
16 comments:
I feel that one. I am in need of air. So well done.
Very nice... moving combination of image and words. The map of blue veins is especially good, makes one think of blood vessels splayed out like interstates.
The utlimate fissure-ing! Poignant and powerful.
Thank you Sandy. I am glad you liked it.
Melanie
nc, much thanks for your kind comments I am glad you liked it. Yes her vine are the road map .
Melanie
Thanks Sue. Glad you liked it.
Melanie
so love the line "time has been in her and about her". Stark and real.
Well I finally came back to blogging. I enjoyed your pieces on FB. This one I call hauntingly beautiful.
Hi Cassiopeia/Melanie;
It made an impression on so many angles!
So very true!
Thanks gabrielle. I am glad you like it.
Melamie
Thank you Tammy and welcome back.
I am happy that you enjoyed my poem.
Melanie
Thanks much Amity for stopping by and reading my work. I am glad you liked it.
Melanie
Thanks much Amity for stopping by and reading my work. I am glad you liked it.
Melanie
Hi Melanie.
Amazing piece of writing and such deep emotion in so few words :)
Marinela xx
i hear you on this one!
This one is my favorite so far. The imagery here is so powerful!
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