Interrupting peacefulness, a body
is torn open with crimson violence.
Bursting forth she enters the world
sealing up the empty space before her
burning at the edges for the eyes
that bear witness to her frozen stature.
A tiny squeal signals her entry from
the womb and then a meaningful silence.
We rush ahead to bear witness to her
but retreat when her stillness becomes clear.
A tiny miracle. A third from two.
Alive than no more. So what’s it all for?
About Me
- Stara
- I'm Tara. I hail from "The Mouth", good old Plymouth, Massachusetts. I have always loved to write, and talk, and experience people and things in new ways. These days, I am using my writing skills not only to tell my own stories and experiences, but to reflect on some other things I love, like fashion, vintage jewelry, and art. I think accessories make the outfit and are the key to true style! I challenge anyone who doesn't like to talk to find their way out of talking to me. I could talk the paint off a wall, I'd bet. I enjoy meeting new people and love checking them out! Guys, gals, and these days, even pets often have their own sense of style, and personality and sense of style are the cornerstones of what I think about a good portion of the time. Food and drink take up the rest. Especially wine and cheese, and no, I'm not talking whine.
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Three Women Made of Dreams
Little girl
With two parents
Each a little
Bit
Peculiar
Little lady
Who wanted more
Than her sickness
Could
Afford her
Little Princess
Mini beauty
Swathed in dreams
Of
Fantasy
Little vixen
Knew her strength
Was not found
In
Reality
So there she was
This virgin beaut
Alone in chains
Of
Destiny
And as she grew
Into her own
She was not
Made
Like you and me
Or was she?
What life did she
This little miss
Offer to
The
Men she met
But one of truth
Beguiling bliss
And promise
Of
Blue Wonderment
Left to roam
The world alone
After mum
Went
To the graveyard
Amelie
Was by herself
Yet only
When
Forced to Face Them
The people
That would never
Understand
What
Lie deep within her
This woman
Alone in her
Perfect world
Her
Daddy by her side
Young woman
Emerging to
The world of
Death
And ugly crime
Wants only
To be given
The same chance
As
Other children
She wants to
Make sure they are
Given the chance
That
She never had
Unfortunate
Souls of the world
She will rescue
You
With her charms
If only
To show that she’s
More than the
Girl
Her surface implies
Three women
So different yet
So much the same
Born
Into cruel worlds
Snow white and
Cinderella and
Amelie were
Girls
Trapped by what was
Seen of them
On the surface
While hoping
For
An opportunity
To break free
To shatter the
Façade of
Girl
In femininity
To kill off
The damsels in
Distress then
Sigh
And just to be.
With two parents
Each a little
Bit
Peculiar
Little lady
Who wanted more
Than her sickness
Could
Afford her
Little Princess
Mini beauty
Swathed in dreams
Of
Fantasy
Little vixen
Knew her strength
Was not found
In
Reality
So there she was
This virgin beaut
Alone in chains
Of
Destiny
And as she grew
Into her own
She was not
Made
Like you and me
Or was she?
What life did she
This little miss
Offer to
The
Men she met
But one of truth
Beguiling bliss
And promise
Of
Blue Wonderment
Left to roam
The world alone
After mum
Went
To the graveyard
Amelie
Was by herself
Yet only
When
Forced to Face Them
The people
That would never
Understand
What
Lie deep within her
This woman
Alone in her
Perfect world
Her
Daddy by her side
Young woman
Emerging to
The world of
Death
And ugly crime
Wants only
To be given
The same chance
As
Other children
She wants to
Make sure they are
Given the chance
That
She never had
Unfortunate
Souls of the world
She will rescue
You
With her charms
If only
To show that she’s
More than the
Girl
Her surface implies
Three women
So different yet
So much the same
Born
Into cruel worlds
Snow white and
Cinderella and
Amelie were
Girls
Trapped by what was
Seen of them
On the surface
While hoping
For
An opportunity
To break free
To shatter the
Façade of
Girl
In femininity
To kill off
The damsels in
Distress then
Sigh
And just to be.
Trauma Post
When will I find myself? After the pain?
I hope for better days, after the pain.
Grieving in darkness, I seek out your hand,
A warm embrace in bed, after the pain.
When your hand struck a shadow on my face
My heart was drenched in ice, after the pain.
Blue light in the distance (perhaps partners
red). I dream of you still, after the pain.
Who am I now, in light of all these things?
What you made me, and more. After the pain.
I hope for better days, after the pain.
Grieving in darkness, I seek out your hand,
A warm embrace in bed, after the pain.
When your hand struck a shadow on my face
My heart was drenched in ice, after the pain.
Blue light in the distance (perhaps partners
red). I dream of you still, after the pain.
Who am I now, in light of all these things?
What you made me, and more. After the pain.
Interrupted Flow
Interrupted Flow
Set me free, I pray
empty. You will not go
forth and leave me today.
Solemn, sick, and frail,
my emotions flow…
still I’m without a way
to push you from me.
The sun it grows low
above us not a ray
shines forth to break the gray
day. What we both know
continues to weigh
on minds that don’t say
what our eyes clearly show.
Yet we struggle with frays
holding others at bay
with false smiles. We pay
in time, launching blows.
Still you won’t go.
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