My smile is like a neon light
Lighting up all around
And drowning out all else
Brilliance in person
It says, “I’m happy!”
Yours is like a candle flame
A single flicker in the darkness
Enveloped in a warm embrace of shadows
Gentleness personified
It says, “I make you happy.”
And you do.
How do you find the will to go on, as an unbeliever faced with death? I struggled at my grandmother’s funeral.
My affection, it grew like a treeReaching out words like branchesChopped & sanded till you swept up the scrapsWith a broom of the twigs that fell off. *Read my other Love Poetry. Or listen to it.
This was my first ever performance of something I’d written.
Some people make you come to lifeIt’s like they make you feel so much moreAnd they do it by hurting you ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ Masochism isn’t that abnormal after allEveryone picks their scabs and healing bruises when they are kidsSome people just carry that behaviour into their emotions as well ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ And…
I’m forty this year. I asked myself if my life was a work of art?
New friends, new kinds of friendships, new definitions of support and ways to engage with others lead to a new me. New life?
Hello!
Oh I absolutely love the poem! I especially love how you speak about two different smiles and connect them together. So I may not have worded what I’m trying to say perfectly, but I am sure you know what I mean.
Anyway, thanks for stopping by 🙂
I was pretty sure I had read your blog as well, when Rohini spoke about you! It’s a shame I didn’t get to hear your poem. Do we get to hear this one at the next poetry slame?
P.S. Loved your skirt.
xx
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