Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Wrong numbers were right once upon a time


photo by CGP Grey


The paisley of her dress
is a field of wild flowers against
the soil of her skin,

a wild tangle of dreads
whipping in self-made wind
dances around her crown

but she doesn't believe
in such things.

No more than six, maybe seven,
in high heeled snakeskin
she grinds
                       a hole in the mud
                       with the boot toe,

big and round as her soul,
as the smile - that will disappear when
her mom beats her ass for ruining
her "good" shoes:

                                            "Sunday best"
                                             for Friday night
                                                              shoes
                                            

but right now,
she is free & dirty - in only
                                ways five years from now
                                will seem a lifetime
                                away;

answer this -

                               in the phone booth
                                          of my heart
the ringing             is incessant

                             answer
                                   this.



26 comments:

  1. A lovely piece with different layers, and the image is so apt. A phone booth in the heart, ringing...a cry for comfort, a yearning to answer to adventures and mysteries as they come, perhaps?

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  2. hmm i have to savour the anger in another and another read, and then maybe capture some answers or maybe not

    have a good Wednesday, X

    much love

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  3. I love the comparison of the heart to a phone booth.. its incessant ringing does keep one restless and in endless search for answers. Beautifully executed :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  4. External beauty is often a gift that stays not for long. Best make use of it while you can or be a beautiful person on the inside all your life and you will be loved all that time too.

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  5. This is so excellent.. when I was out hiking I met this family and they had taken of the children's shoes.. and we met them running barefoot through the mud with their faces filled with joy. Their mom said it was the best thing to do, to have them go a further mile.. funny that parents never do that. no ruined shoes and just those bare feet left to wash.

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  6. the courage of a child to live in the moment - not caring about what comes next - not caring about what others think or about security - i wish i had this too - i def. hear that ringing as well often enough

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  7. B, I adore this!!! That little girl was SO me ... without the ass-whippin'. My (obese) "aunt" (i.e., near-constant babysitter when I was a tiny thing) let me dress up in all her ginormous clothes, shoes, and jewelry every day. Man, that was one of the best times of my life. Thank you so much for taking me back there in a really deep and meaningful way; you have truly blessed me this morning.

    I LOVE this little girl, and you, for writing about her. I just want to squeeze her to pieces! Thank goodness I have three of my own daughters who also love to play dress up. And we do NOT believe in "Sunday best" around here. I let my girls put together some wild outfits --- for church, school, and everywhere else.

    Sorry to ramble on; this amazing poem is just so fulfilling to read!

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  8. I love this beauty of innocence that is so fearless and sprightly...it's sad that experiences later will tarnish this beauty....

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  9. big and round as her soul,
    as the smile - that will disappear when
    her mom beats her ass for ruining
    her "good" shoes:

    she is free & dirty - in only
    ways five years from now
    will seem a lifetime
    away;

    This is breath-takingly beautiful X

    mindlovemisery

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  10. I love children's questions. Just delightful to have a window into their mind!

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  11. You painted her so clearly. And it is sad the change those five years will make. I was most struck by "in the phone booth of my heart the ringing is incessant - answer this." Wow! Wish I had written those lines.

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  12. What a lovely sketching of young girl, carefree in her Sunday's best dress ~ A few years from now, she will be a teen, very much concern about appearances. I like the freedom you gave to her big & round soul ~

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  13. You have beautifully captured the innocence of a six year old girl

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  14. I love your look outward through a child's eyes. At the moment she is perfectly situated and yet you throw in the curve ball of the future looking back on the simple times- the good times - the best...

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  15. "The paisley of her dress
    is a field of wild flowers against
    the soil of her skin,"

    Awww...I think, I know this girl! What a fantastic poem.What a delightful little read! Absolutely first class!

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  16. That image of the toe digging will stay with me. A great moment.

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  17. Ringing in the booth could be addressed easily but ringing in the heart sustained itself for a longer time! Good write X!

    Hank

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  18. There is a feeling of loneliness here that haunts. Well written.

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  19. You depict a clear and beautiful picture of youth. It does call us. Love this poem!

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  20. Have been her at times.

    Love the write.

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  21. How wonderful are your word pics. I adored the innocence of the little girl. So short-lived. I can remember feeling how short the days could seem - and then also how long! To me, in the last few lines the ringing is the reminder constantly of how it was to be young and carefree! Btw, I have learnt that saving 'best' things is not the right thing to do. Use them asap and get as much joy out of them as you can!

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  22. EyEs of children feel.. sense what is Real..
    EyeS of school.. change senses and feelings
    of what IS Real..
    Time immemorial Now..
    Real feeling senses
    starting at toes..
    balancing grains
    if sand now..
    plain Truth
    is in
    feet
    of
    i..
    just waiting
    to dance
    and sing
    a feat
    of
    free
    Again..
    and no
    as long
    as toes
    move..
    never
    too late..:)

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  23. Oh my, just when I think I have a favorite from you, you replace it with a new one. You had me at paisley, and the entire poem was a ride on a wave of that pattern.

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  24. Strong, dark images that contrast and counterbalance ugliness with beauty. A wonderful poem.

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