Thursday, November 20, 2008

Skating on the Edge of Sanity


She was always the woman poised on

the edge of a river with her bruised

eyes and weeping hair. We moved to

California to drink in the sunlight,

but in that city of angels she heard

their clear voices calling up the dead

from that famous crack in the earth.


Let go of these shadows I say,

but this is the voice of the sane,

she is already,

fragile

breaking

broken.


I find myself in that silent place

wanting to take her hand and

cross over these hyphenated

lines,

Bi-polar

Paranoid-Schizophrenic

but she is a mind grappling

a vast chasm between us

no bigger than a silken thread.

7 comments:

Marty said...

A brief note to an always amazing poet -

"cross over these hyphenated

lines"

This is a GREAT intro to the following words:

"Bi-polar

Paranoid-Schizophrenic"

June said...

Another one that knocked me back on my feet!

Tor Hershman said...

You'll never be able to skate very far, long nor wide on that, White Rose.

Stay on groovin' safari,
Tor

SunShine said...

Sounds like my life right now - You are just amazing with the words and worlds that flow through your soul. xoxo

Chandini Santosh said...

---hyphenated lines---

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

One of your best!

Cynthia said...

Just beautiful Blanca Rosa, truly
so well written and each word moved
me into the next word, into this
woman's mind. I love the pharse,
bruised eyes and weeping hair, oh
yes, haven't we all known or seen
this woman, possibly in our own
mirror. Brava!