Tuesday, July 29, 2014

reflection of beauty


she stood there looking at herself
the reflection of Michelangelo curves soft silken skin
both arms hang naturally, fingers in tact,
two shapely legs that would entice

she walks closer to the mirror and observes her long
sinuous now gray white hair still full and rich
eye lashes long, flutter seductively
translucent azure eyes look deep into her heart


a smile evinces with lips that make still air
swirl and turn into hurricane winds
then tilts her head to see that pretty lady
across in the reflection doing the same


her fingers flick the light on and off   
her silhouette moves about surreal
she leaves the light off, opens the blind
the suns fingers titillate the contour
of her body casting her shadow against the wall


she recalls of lovers that came before
telling her she wasn’t pretty enough or too fat
a father demanding her to wear something less tight
cover her curves because she looks like a slut


she’d sit in the corner at night and cry
not liking herself, thinking others felt the same
gave up on school not wanting to be seen
she'd sit in a dark corner and read and read 


she'd picture her life, vicariously, in the
characters of these books of lovers
who loved them and fathers did too

she'd then stand in front of the mirror
wondering who is that beautiful woman in there

she realized when she tilted her head
she was me and I was her

beautiful skin, lovely hair and eyes
with curves that the greatest of artists
would paint and so she left the blinds open



9 comments:

  1. if we could all accept ourselves like this.

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  2. This is very cool. You got into a woman's head and experience very well. I love the ending.

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  3. how utterly cute this was... you sound beautiful!!

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  4. When we can see ourselves as beautiful, others can also. This was a great poem, nene!

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  5. I think you have described the worst kind of alienation a person can experience - feelings of unworthiness and rejection.

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  6. That last line was surprising, even when I realized the metaphor! But all the way through you showed us her healed, so the destroyed self became only a story--a very neat technique, and one I haven't seen often in poetry.

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  7. The journey to self acceptance isn't an easy one...I love too you showed throughout the piece this precious beauty was healed.

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  8. Lovely write. Wish it were true. Wish we could all open our blinds again.

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