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This was largely inspired by Linda & Sharon of Sacred Song Space, and the last poem, I will have composed, in Seattle...see ya'll in New Jersey! Poetry Wednesday can be found here: http://sanssouciblogs.multiply.com/journal/item/230/142._Poetry_Wednesday_sign_in_and_sit_by_the_fire Sacred Song Space is in my groups list. Walking down the school hallway I feel their eyes staring the contempt and supercilious sneer obvious, on their patrician faces as they claim territorial rights of an insignificant, worthless corner.
Cringing and self conscious I pull at my pants picking imaginary lint off, of the cheap polyester.
They don't know me I whisper to myself I am bravecleverwisemicheviouscourageouswitty I will be an astronautdoctorlawyerscientist diplomatnurseteacherwritermuscianartist one day.
They don't know me the hoyden that hears music, in the wind, as I dance under the pale moon, or lay in fields of flowers, dreaming of possibilities and improbabilities they only knew the cringing me that walks pass them - (these arbitrators of what is cool and what is not) in polyester pants picking at imaginary lintas children, claim territorial rights of an insignificant, worthless corner.
art - http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/3225272/2/istockphoto_3225272_lonely_girl.jpg
I want to be tawny instead of beige tawny is exotic and hints of sandalwood and patchouli, serenades in tropical gardens, sensual whispers and secret rendezvous while beige is a patrician dullard, beige is steady, beige stays the course.
I want to be viewed versicolor my emotions visually flavored by a pantheon of vivid hues a bon vivant who is known for her scintillating, sparkling repartee and grand gestures a rebellious Isadore Duncan*, dancing arms upraised, fingers snapping, eyes beckoning and challenging while scented passion flowers appear puce under shadowed indigo nights.
I want to be a night person eschew sensibility, responsibilities and 9 to 5 moralities and run with the live fast and die young crowd eternally beautiful and daring Faustian* even I want to be banned, yet a envied darling of the titillated mobilis vulgate* I want to be tawny instead of dull steady beige.Notes: 1. Isador Duncan - In her dancing, Duncan rebelled against the bad ballet of her day. In her lifestyle, she protested the rules society placed on women and the laws governing marriage, divorce, property and child custody." Dance Magazine, (Book Review),September 1986 2. Faustian - Faust (German for "fist") or Faustus (Latin for "auspicious" or "lucky") is the protagonist of a classic German legend in which the protagonist makes a pact with the Devil. The tale is the basis for many literary, artistic, cinematic, and musical works, such as those by Christopher Marlowe, Goethe, Thomas Mann, Hector Berlioz, Franz Liszt, Oscar Wilde and Charles Gounod. The name "Faust" has come to stand for a charlatan alchemist (some claim "astrologer and necromancer") whose pride and vanity lead to his doom. Similarly, the adjective "faustian" has come to denote acts or constellations involving human hubris which lead eventually to doom. 3. mobilis vulgate - mob, "disorderly part of the population, rabble," slang shortening of mobile, mobility "common people, populace, rabble" (1676), from L. mobile vulgus "fickle common people" (1600). art - http://homedecorators.com/images/items/large/l4739400.jpg
In betwixt these scarred neurons exists a mind that flits and flutters among twin streams of dreams and cognition behind these blurry eyes reposes a vision turned inward visualizing life with vivid and brilliant hues underneath the unremitting pain and drugs prevails a soul undiminished
I have always been more than mere flesh nubile, lithe body questing, questioning intellect or a Helen-like countenance today I am more than wrinkled skin toneless muscles graying hair and fractured, broken parts in my mind's eye I am still whole.
In my mind’s eye, I am lovely, witty, and bright, full of clever retorts and ingenious commentary have inspired a nation with my political savvy scaled mountains and defeated inner demons, and discovered revolutionary creations.
In my mind's eye, my love has composed for me epics worthy of the Valkyries built monuments to my beauty dashingly swept my off my feet, all dragons and monsters soundly defeated.
Then I wake and reality intrudes, this reality bemused my minds eye had been quite blind all wonderings now confined that dreams remain dreams forever unseen.
In my mind’s eye, I am lovely, witty, and bright, full of clever retorts and ingenious commentary have inspired a nation with my political savvy scaled mountains and defeated inner demons, and discovered revolutionary creations.
In my mind's eye, my love has composed for me epics worthy of the Valkyries built monuments to my beauty dashingly swept my off my feet, all dragons and monsters soundly defeated.
Then I wake and reality intrudes, this reality bemused my minds eye had been quite blind all wonderings now confined that dreams remain dreams forever unseen.
In my mind’s eye, I am lovely, witty, and bright, full of clever retorts and ingenious commentary have inspired a nation with my political savvy scaled mountains and defeated inner demons, and discovered revolutionary creations.
In my mind's eye, my love has composed for me epics worthy of the Valkyries built monuments to my beauty dashingly swept my off my feet, all dragons and monsters soundly defeated.
Then I wake and reality intrudes, this reality bemused my minds eye had been quite blind all wonderings now confined that dreams remain dreams forever unseen.
I have difficulty sleeping nights while the city slumbers these old bones ache from a myriad of hurts so I sit in my bay window ensconced in a warming quilt enraptured by the glow of lights against the midnight sky I think there is a silent beauty unmatched and unremarked by Helios lovers no bright luminescent to gild and adorn the day walkers night shadows and blurs the edges softening sagging outlines, wrinkled crevasses in this inky blackness even I am beautiful
I have difficulty sleeping nights while the city slumbers these old bones ache from a myriad of hurts so I sit in my bay window ensconced in a warming quilt enraptured by the glow of lights against the midnight sky I think there is a silent beauty unmatched and unremarked by Helios lovers no bright luminescent to gild and adorn the day walkers night shadows and blurs the edges softening sagging outlines, wrinkled crevasses in this inky blackness even I am beautiful
In betwixt these scarred neurons exists a mind that flits and flutters among twin streams of dreams and cognition behind these blurry eyes reposes a vision turned inward visualizing life with vivid and brilliant hues underneath the unremitting pain and drugs prevails a soul undiminished I have always been more than mere flesh nubile, lithe body questing, questioning intellect or a Helen-like countenance today I am more than wrinkled skin toneless muscles graying hair and fractured, broken parts in my mind's eye I am still whole. Note: Helen - often known as Helen of Troy and "the face that launched a thousand ships and burnt the topless towers of Ilium", was reputed to be the most beautiful mortal woman in Greek mythology.
by butterflynxile (c) 2006 art - www.arte-sana.com/virtual_gallery/exhibits/po...
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