Poetic Self-Portrait  

yagottalikit 49F
824 posts
7/7/2005 4:22 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Poetic Self-Portrait

Do You Love?

Do you love?
Your clear eyes splinter
with tears
No. You don’t cry.
But, tears trickle down…..
Inside those secrets you keep subdued~
behind a black veil.
Are you angry?
At God? The world? Me?
(I’m pissed off, too.)
In a different kind of recklessness.

Jack down tequila~salt around the smooth rim~
Salt around smooth, pink lips that used to
smile freely.

Do you love?
I would give you the flowers of a new creation~
Yellow, blooming and bright;
But none bloom here in this
universe of sand.
I can hear your mind.
You don’t have to speak a word
or utter a dream.
You’re screaming!
It shatters a comfortable reality.
Shards scatter
in chaotic profusion.

All right. Give up. Don’t give in.
There’s a difference.
Give some of yourself
to those who never will be able to appreciate
your intricacy.

Keep the most ominous pieces of that puzzle
for yourself.
Hoard those emotions;
like an old farmer
covets his railroad watch
keeping it dangling from a thin
chain in his plow jeans.
(I understand)
Do you love?

© copyright 2005 by Yagottalikit

Yagotta get it soft and wet so we can kick/stick it

Nubiandream004 55M

7/9/2005 9:38 am

I love poetry. Especially insightful poetry. This is beautiful. You're a very talented woman - with great legs .

yagottalikit 49F
583 posts
7/10/2005 3:45 am

Why, thank you......you're too kind!

Yagotta get it soft and wet so we can kick/stick it

yagottalikit 49F
583 posts
7/18/2005 7:57 am

Just want to add a little info regarding this poem. I wrote this at the tender age of 18. When I read it now...I'm awestruck at how accurately it describes "me!". Two reasons.....I didn't realize that I was this person back then, I do know that I am now, and I certainly didn't realize I knew myself THAT well back then. Weird that reading it now I see parts of it that I relate to experiences of only within the last 10 years....I try to recall what provoked these images 20 years ago.....must be something deep inside me that will never change.

Yagotta get it soft and wet so we can kick/stick it

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