Saturday, March 1, 2014

What Holds Her Together














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She is woven, like glass
Only
Transparent as the sea.
She is hard, like stone
Yet
Soft as a threadbare quilt.
Her smile is a cup of tea
And
A frost-dusted rose.
Her hands are a soft-petal touch
And
A raindrop too much.
She is sweet like apples
Only
Sugary as a dream.
She is hidden like roots
Yet
Clear as a star-pricked sky.
Her laugh is a folded moonlight ream
And
A bleeding sunset breeze.
Her eyes are a basin of ambitions
And
A colander of wishes.
She is chilled like winter
Only
Cold as the ocean’s spray.
She is alone like fog
Yet
Collected as a horde of seashells.
Her fingers are brushes on a keyboard canvass
And
Raven feathers dipped in ink.
Her voice is a choir of bells
And
The hush of a barn owl’s wings.
She is tired like a heavy dew drop
Only
Whimsical as a quiet old book shop.
She is healed like stiches in fabric
Yet
Frayed as rips in denim.
Her heart is an oozing snake bite
And
A bravely guarded attic.
Her life is a wilted candle
And
A dripping cube of ice
She is waiting for the sun
Only
A breath of light barely begun.
She is waiting for the rain
Yet
Content with withered grass.
She is looking but cannot see
Only
Alone, her own detainee,
Her prison is paper thin.
And
Held together by the words
She refuses to believe.





4 comments:

  1. I dont know what I am looking at. So, your photgraphy mission is accomplished. Beautiful verse as well!

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    1. Hi David,

      Thank you for your comment! It's actually, of all things, the surface of a tarp. I took that picture camping with my family. My dad had the trailer cover with a tarp and it had just rained. the droplets and the texture of the surface intrigued me so I took a picture. :)

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