The Mirror Cracked
Temerity, hide not your face
Behind the shredded skirts of my compassion.
You thief in the night,
You steal the bravado
You no longer can generate out of disregard.
Heedlessly, you direct the actions of others
Like marionettes on silken threads
Silvered like piano wire.
And soullessly, you abandon them
When you are called upon
To feel
Anything.
Hide not your face in me.
Nicely done Audrey.
ReplyDeleteCleverly thought through... The image of the marionettes on silvered wires created so well the feeling of fragility
ReplyDeleteThank you!
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Delete"Hide not your face in me" ... 'lest I become like one of these.'
ReplyDeleteVery nice, Audrey, you have put a lesson in here. A scolding too.
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Thanks Jim--I so appreciate your visit and kind words---
DeleteOh my, this is a real punch,
ReplyDelete"And soullessly, you abandon them
When you are called upon
To feel
Anything."
Wow!
Thanks Other Mary!
DeleteThis is an accurate description of so many things. The words made me feel something.
ReplyDeleteI love the ideas and the puppet strings~
ReplyDeleteYou captured so many unique thoughts!
Wonderful~
I especially like "behind the shredded skirts of my compassion". A strong write, and while I dont know the back-story, the tone and mood come across successfully.
ReplyDeleteEnough is enough! Just reading it made me feel stronger.
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