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.
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7 comments:
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"
Another one that knocked me back on my feet!
You'll never be able to skate very far, long nor wide on that, White Rose.
Stay on groovin' safari,
Tor
Sounds like my life right now - You are just amazing with the words and worlds that flow through your soul. xoxo
---hyphenated lines---
One of your best!
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!
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