reflections on an inner world
silvered glass without visage
slithers cut to piercing
dipped in crimson’d life
oceans of the stuff
congealing around our feet
sticky red tar
leaving a fading trail
as we walk away
in many directions
reflections on an inner world
silvered glass without visage
slithers cut to piercing
dipped in crimson’d life
oceans of the stuff
congealing around our feet
sticky red tar
leaving a fading trail
as we walk away
in many directions
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Are these dark thoughts, or crimson nail polish thoughts?
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Dark thoughts, I’m afraid. I don’t do crimson anything. Well, except when I think of blood.:) x
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Crimson toe nails are just a secret between me and my family. And now you… 🙂 But you’re a sister. Those are some pretty dark thoughts, Sis. Hope you’re okay.
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I’m fine, Brenda. I just have a wandering mind. And sometimes it wanders to dark places where the boogeyman lives. Then I scream. He runs away. And we’re all good again. Except when it’s about kids. And that just haunts me. Kind of nearly all the time. I suppress it but it doesn’t really work. My post from last week with those kids from Syria I just can’t shift. And it’s not that I want to. Well, I do, actually. But you know what I mean. It keeps coming back to me. And I know I’m not doing enough to make any difference. And that haunts a bit too. I kind of keep looking at my own crew and thinking about that picture. Not pleasant. But real. And bloody awful. So I daresay I’ll be visiting those dark places from time to time. I made a promise to try to help. And I don’t know what else to do.
I won’t tell about your scarlet secret. In fact, I might go paint my toe nails red and make it a signature statement for the summer months.
I love the ‘sis’ btw. So close. You’re one precious lady.x
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hmmm, I really like this one. I’m working on figuring it out after reading it a few times. I think I know your intent but not sure at the same time.
We are our own worst enemies, we struggle with our demons and tear ourselves apart but move forward knowing that our thoughts and actions define what happens next.
Beautiful poetry. xo
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I like that interpretation.
I started out thinking how we lose ourselves in life and don’t even recognise our own reflection. The mirror being broken, wounding us. Then it began to encompass more than me or any one individual till it seemed to be more about us all losing our way and the results of our actions leaving a trail of destruction at times. Madness mostly, I think. 😉 But I like how we can each see something different in poetry. Makes for interesting. Thanks, Kerry, for your insights. I think I might like those better than mine. 🙂 x
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This sounds sad. I’m still trying to figure out everything. Nice one, though 🙂
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It is a bit sad. Mood of the day? 😉 x
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