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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Mirror, Mirror

Scar
by ~AnnaMariaDeMari




Get out
No more chances
Promises, promises
Take your sweet words and choke on them
We're done

Too late
Save the tears to water your lawn
I've cried too much, too long
Without you, babe
I'm strong

Monday, October 17, 2011

Ducks and Swans

image courtesy of Magpie Tales
I was never beautiful
Never swam with the swans
their soft feathers
graceful, white necks blooming with
bright pink buds of
boys' affections
Beautiful girls turned heads
I turned pages of books
My lovers were paper
vellum princes
who didn't mind if the princess was
too fat, too skinny, too, too, too
What if the ugly duckling 
never grew into a swan 
but into an ugly duck?
Would anyone love it then?
or would it be hung 
by its gangly neck
in the window of a Chinese restaurant?

submitted for Magpie Tales 87

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Lullaby for the Lost

No funeral
No flowers
Put it out with medical waste
No tears
No prayers
Sympathy is for the chaste
No one's bringing you a casserole
No one's sending you a card
You caused yourself this grief, this sadness
Now no one cares if it is hard.

No right to mourn
Carry the scorn
Your choice, so you said
Time to move on
Glad that it's gone
Flush it away, it's dead
Your dirty little secret
You kept it sterile, clean
No name for your lost baby
The one that could've been.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Number Five

I dance on the edges of dreams and wakefulness
I hear your laugh
on the car radio
You've been whispering my name at night
I don't believe in ghosts
so I know it's you
You love me; you love me not
You love me; I'm tied in knots
Words puzzle me
How they fit together then
fly apart again
I wash my laundry in beer
How is it
that your face is in every ink blot?
You look so beautiful with wings.

submitted for Poetry Jam, Your Assignment (laundry, laugh, ghost, edges, beer)