[-Lost & Found Poetry: written March 2013-]
Stumbling too long, I fell behind, most aqua airsign’s
Standing tall somewhere in that nowhere waiting place.
A sparkle of illusive charm, bound lips and panther’s eyes
– ” What a bitch.” They hissed
“Must have an ego as high as the sky, I know I would.”
She had, clipped wings, injured bird, fallen from grace
I liked her that way.
Disposed diamonds and disregarded will.
piecing together time, stitching fabricated courage
None could vindicate this breakage.
Don’t hold your breath for any inkling of eloquence, my mistakes I wear on my sleeve
Where my heart used to live.
look through me as if i am your illusion
in idle desperation.
Projecting an image, I too wish I could be.
Maybe we are the same, each random splatter of paint,
mixed and muddy
in to a indecipherable shade of bedlam pandemonium
I am unable to rise, to face the sun with a straight face
but I digress
I am a patient woman.