dress up

just wrote this and should probably wait to post, as I am so tired tonight, and what if i am jaded or blunt? love is the master of disguises and a mistress to hope.

 

I watch the sky for signs and the clouds oblige
with pale formations, cataracts in shadow
that could be anything and remain obscure
I pretend I understand the shapes
and I form lyrics of joyful intents
as though I can force the formations to my will
I push and my hand presses through
and nothing is there but my imagination
but I am not one to stop for lack of evidence
I want to see how love develops
and I am stubborn to a fault with the idea
of magic and romance
I know how things go - the idealistic image
in each head avoiding the true face
The dream of change as though
the one you love is a stand in, a paper doll
held up by cardboard hopes and antidotes
you can switch out and dress up
And love is never enough
until it is ravaged with long days and realism
tainted with a ghetto of bad decisions
held together by a ring or a child or some thing
you can't live without even if you can live without
the person you love
until you stop and take in an honest view
there is that person - and you -
and so many times each of you stayed true
carefully cutting hearts from paper
using child scissors for safety

 

Reviews

[Chris]

A lot of thoughts float behind the eyes with this one... and that is ever what we seek... to empower thought and express our own.

Chris

[Poetic Beauty]

Yearning is strong in this piece and it show how fragile women can be sometimes. This is detailed and the way you weave the story in this poem is creative.

[Liza]

the longing is so raw, the vulnerabillities are dressed up and strengthened through every line - sweet and subtle tension building and release of protection

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the way you made your point in this poem. A easy and gentle flow of words questioning love and I like the use of dress up.
"I want to see how love develops
and I am stubborn to a fault with the idea
of magic and romance "
I believe we need to hope for a real love. Sometime we may take the long way to true love. If we are lucky. A good door can be open. A strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Sometimes we do things out of necessity rather than desire... wow that was quite an eye opening view.

[Ed Hart]

let your honest view precede you

[Robin]

this a just one of those pieces where emotion , just seeps into every corner of one's heart . such a poet