sixpence and jabberwocky
i want to pull an alice and dive into a mirror
surely life looks different from the other side
backwards and cockeyed and filtered through
lint left on the surface or smudges stamped
by florid fingerprints and the brittle bones
of everyone who’s ever touched you
always lit like a window in an opulent dream
this place where everyone wears dresses
and no one ever thinks to ask your name
loneliness is a hamper and heartache
is eternally for breakfast, served over easy
with tea, of course
i want to talk to prepubescent butterflies
smoking peace and posturing philosophy
aces and spades kings and queens grinning cats
roses that bloom and bleed and bloom again
always late all this hate always late
shadows are made from silence turned sideways
and music is the way your mouth moves
time is a harness on the horse of hardship
dragging hard on the carriage of comfort
and i am the queen who wants to be whole
but no one hears me in here, knocking
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April 14th, 2013 at 9:58 am
nice..esp those last two stanzas….the heart comes through in those last two lines…ugh…i feel you there for sure…deep feeling in this…
April 14th, 2013 at 10:37 am
spectacular!
April 14th, 2013 at 11:14 am
very deep feeling! you continually amaze me with thoughts and words i never would have been able to translate to paper.
in fondest of thoughts, tilda
April 14th, 2013 at 2:21 pm
Ecstasy; every line.
April 14th, 2013 at 2:23 pm
back for the second time, reading this again, out loud to the cat. my god – how many times have i said that here? this is the good stuff. you are rocking & rolling lately. and i thought you couldn’t get any better.
each line is magic.
April 14th, 2013 at 4:27 pm
I love your trip through the looking glass. Your poetry takes me to a place I’ve longed to visit but could never find. It is magic.
April 16th, 2013 at 4:12 am
Evocative and deep. One of my favorites. I especially love the line “shadows are made from silence turned sideways”.