I think that your own voice
is found in
the creaks and cracks of home,
in the crease of elbow skin
bending to compromise,
in the shadow cast by
your breathing
when choosing to be
still.
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read: the women's room
taste: thai curry
see: discontented with phone-pic sites being so exclusive, chose twitpic instead
smell: cement
think: why are others porcelain-faced and i'm just pale?
feel: filled with hope
If my voice is found in the creaks and cracks of my home - it's screaming "clean my cobwebs out"....seriously beautiful metaphor Mon - I love "in the shadow cast by your breathing".
ReplyDeletebtw - currently drinking chai tea in class today and using my new "extra-fine" sharpie pen... thought of your blog...lol
ummmm...and how have I not heard of "The Women's Room"? Sounds like my kind of read...must order it asap!
ReplyDeleteyes, i think it would be right up your street.
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ReplyDeletei love your words
love and light
I have way too many freckles to ever have a porcelain face. Pale for me, too! :)
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful. I love these words.
ReplyDeleteYou have quite a lovely way to put things. I love this!
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ReplyDeleteso haunting, friend.
ReplyDeleteyou are like shadows, rippling.
beautiful metaphor.
ReplyDeletethank you
ReplyDeletesounds like it is time to find home again...
ReplyDeletemmmm..gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteyep, i'm with the freckled crowd...too many to ever be porcelain...but at least pale isn't "pasty"...:)
xo
Yes Monica. You couldn't say it in a better way. You are a poet at heart, in life, on your writing : )
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