- Non-Erotic Poetry
- choosing the metaphor of you
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What Are You?
a crystal globe
in my front window?
diamond glass facets reflect
such small pieces-
the whole picture is there
but scattered in all directions.
white specks spin from ceiling to wall
ignoring angles, corners.
scattered and split
my arms cannot stretch the span of you
like trying to catch a sky of fireflies
in one hand, stars in the other
what are you
divided prism blended on a pallet,
brush twirling like batons on fire
the band plays but everyone is watching her,
trying to repress their fantasy
of the twirl turning into burn
until dropped into metal box
snapped lid suffocationm, signs of
relief and disappointment.
who are you today with me
my image of you
has a singular weight
pulled in to your gravity
but passing reflections pull my tides
with every pass and turn
who are we today mirror?
catch my eyes in reflective surfaces
stare, surprised
say to this stranger
who the fuck are you and
must you stare like that?
watch to remind yourself
the pieces do fall together
until step back, gone
to pieces out of reach
must I continue to become
after I am full?
sun face full of seeds
become and becoming
and becoming, head lower, lower
heavy, until wilt and sigh
becoming nothing but death and rot
unable to lift head to sunrise
another day.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozabout 17 years agoThankfully the previous comments are still here and I see I was not being overly harsh in thinking that last strophe seemed a bit out of place. Just didn't fit in with the light reflective/refractive elements of the rest of the poem. It was moving along so well and then I get to the flowers and I got the feeling I usually get when I take a wrong turn.
annaswirlsover 19 years agoThank you for the kind comments. And for the duh correct spelling lol
Maria, thank you so much for pointing out that this is two poems, you are right! This was one of those stream of consciousness things I did a few months ago, and I think I added the sunflower thing later, and then when I re-edited it down (yes, it was like 2 pages long lol) I did not even see the break. I will definately edit the flower part out and make it into another poem. Thank you Neo for your candor as well! I need this, and appreciate it very much. yeah!
Anonymousover 19 years agoFabUlous writing. I like the metaphor because I have one of those globe-style crystals hanging in my kitchen window. Mine turns into a million eyes stareing back at me. I have to agree with the last stanza. It does feel like another whole poem or I'm a doof and just don't see your wiley connection you made (entirely possible that I'm just a doof).
All meaning the same thing. Great work, Seattle.
Miss Oatlashover 19 years agoI like this stanza...
"scattered and split
my arms cannot stretch the span of you
like trying to catch a sky of fireflies
in one hand, stars in the other"
Maria2394over 19 years agois great, but I like the first part with the prism/crystal references. I think you have possibly 2 poems in this one, I just cant figure how you went from crystal to sunflowers, although I do love the images :)
