Whips & Coveting
November 22nd 2007 21:44
Shy is the paint
that unveils intricacy to eyes
i cannot open the door
to the rooms that paint me
away
and away from eyes
is a grave
and a tree
my stone
my tree
and there I dodge her whips
and comfort heavy places
with light finger touch
and covet all beauty
until the mountain calls
i can open my arms there
and seek the pure air
my sky in decay
~Lily
Authors Note; I had the immense pleasure of hearing my Mama recite this on the weekend. She has a selfstyled book of my poetry in hand, and wanted to read one right there and then (gulp). She read it as if she had written it, the right inflections, emotion and everything. She didn't pity me or feel sad, she simply said 'ohhhhh it's wonderful you can express yourself like this'. This from a woman who learned to speak again after a very nasty stroke... these are the things that make me smile :::beams:::
that unveils intricacy to eyes
i cannot open the door
to the rooms that paint me
away
and away from eyes
is a grave
and a tree
my stone
my tree
and there I dodge her whips
and comfort heavy places
with light finger touch
and covet all beauty
until the mountain calls
i can open my arms there
and seek the pure air
my sky in decay
~Lily
Authors Note; I had the immense pleasure of hearing my Mama recite this on the weekend. She has a selfstyled book of my poetry in hand, and wanted to read one right there and then (gulp). She read it as if she had written it, the right inflections, emotion and everything. She didn't pity me or feel sad, she simply said 'ohhhhh it's wonderful you can express yourself like this'. This from a woman who learned to speak again after a very nasty stroke... these are the things that make me smile :::beams:::
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Comment by Ash
Flashes of memories
Brings a big ol' smile to my face to hear your story of Mum...
to the rooms that paint me
away
I love that
Hope you are well my dear
love
ash x
Comment by Lily
Ars Poetica
~Lily X