This is a repost from 2008. My friend recently asked if I had a favorite poem. This is certainly one of them
Large drops of rain
Don’t just drip,
But roll and twist
Around sopping wet
Curls.
She believes
smudged eye liner
changes her identity
And for just a minute
She is somebody else
Twisting her body
spewing random prose
packed with venom
Her seductive whispers
pierce through
the tropical storm
When her eyes catch
a familiar victim
immediately she is horrified
when she is caught
wildly dancing
to thunder and lightening
during a flood warning
Photo by wallpoper
7 comments:
I love the energy of this...the mix of the refined and the feral.
I like the identity blurring with her eyeliner and the dancing in the storm...
She believes
smudged eye liner
changes her identity
And for just a minute
She is somebody else
I adore that part. It speaks to me deeply.
You are part of our PWB September Collection. It would be great if you could visit some of the other blogs in the collection and comment.
This is beautiful CE, glad to have come across your poem and that we share the September Collection at PWB.
Fantastic!
I love the contrast - and the use of weather to mirror emotion!
Heather
As with previous readers who have commented, I, too, like the reference to the "smudged eyeliner." Something a woman relates to well. ;)
Been reading several past poems here as well. Much enjoyed "Indifferent Service." Cheers.
so much passion in this one. i wish i had no work today so i could go on commenting. hehe. adding you to the list of blogs i follow. :)
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