Innocent…or at least not guilty…
I have been as alone as anyone;
a pearl hidden from other pearls -
shut in the mouth of an oyster at
the bottom of the sea; amongst
the shell bound sleeping.
I was alone like that again in a room
full of people speaking. I don’t think
we knew how to be different, so we
painted lusters and memories onto
each other like skin.
And, our hope was:
One day to band together and form
a strand - idealistically wanting one
day to leave and overcome being
alone or hidden deep in an old woman’s
drawer.
April 27, 2008 at 4:45 am
I got shivers, chills, and I think, oysters from reading this. I have tears in my eyes. I have just come from a party. It wasn’t enough for it to be “just” a party, there was an “activity”. I wasn’t good at it. Your poem was my evening; my fear your last stanza, hope unrealized. Oh my.
April 27, 2008 at 1:20 pm
I relate to this one, PoetMan… the desire to strand is basic, I think. Few of us can endure the idea of being shut away in your beautiful, metaphorical drawer. This one finds the universal constant that most people yearn for… acceptance among others.
April 27, 2008 at 2:22 pm
Poet,
I believe that this is my favorite of yours so far. The comparison of the pearls and the lonely, brilliant. I loved this. kim
April 28, 2008 at 6:20 am
museditions - I live for comments such as yours…and now I live again…
Bob - its a pity more do not know this…That what most of want is to know that each of has a place of outstanding luster on that strand worn by the corn goddess at the May fair…
krkbaker - OH a new favorite…Thanks…
April 28, 2008 at 4:46 pm
Yes, this might be a favourite of mine too.
These lines:
so we
painted lusters and memories onto
each other like skin
oh, Poetman, this line is special.