The Doctor
Falling In Love With The Board
Age: 35
Gender: Female
Posts: 8786
  | February 21st, 2007 at 01:40pm The lingering softness of body scent
from wearing the same swathing that
I have worn from the day I was decanted.
My head now a hasty blonde, a fluorescent halo
of stripped bare hair and the full, pallid
face; like the moon's reflection, personified.
The red tulips hang limply from my wrist.
They were so alive before; yet so dead.
Now they have come full circle and
so shall I, so shall I.
The bleak shield of the nylon jacket -
I had brought it with the last handful
of change that clanged in my sticky
green skirt pockets - flew in the air
like the cloak of darkness,
the cloak of sleep.
I had bought it before I loped
seven hours from my life on a
cushioned train seat overlooking
the human nature trail left behind
by savages invading our perfect
hell.
My patent shoes pointing all
askew to my destiny, I walk,
feeling nothing, through the suburban
neighbourhood of the dead.
I clutch at my pocketbook that's
clamped around my breast like
a thirsty set of twins as I see your
name etched on the plain marble plate.
I am becoming you, Sylvia. I strive
to see every fault in everything, hear
every tick of the grandfather clock that
resides in my chapel of sour
tasting polemics.
I look into that exact mirror as I look
down onto you. We are the same.
Identical twins, both dead, both serene
yet separated by a stretch of turf. |
Peter Petrelli
King For A Couple Of Days
Age: 35
Gender: Female
Posts: 4161 | February 24th, 2007 at 03:46pm Why did I not notice this before now? 
I absolutely loved this - and I thought that the title had a particular irony and sarcasm, yet had something of a bitter truth about it at the same time, which made the poem all the more stunning.
'The red tulips hang limply from my wrist.
They were so alive before; yet so dead',
^particularly captured me, there was something very serenely beautiful and accepting about those lines considering the haunting nature of the poem itself. |
