Confessions
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froggidonna
when she bared her soul it was too late
her words slack in the wind
eyes rimmed in red
her nails hung to dry
blistering on bent nails
in aged sun
when she swore allegiance
it was only to tiny gods
the ones whose noses she had wiped
at noon
the ones whose hair she had braided
at dusk
her words litter hallways
never swept
her heart
a welcome mat
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt
Posted for Poets United Pantry
Note: I am not sure where this one came from or what it really means yet--it feels unfinished, but not sure where to take it just yet
Oh, this really got me. Her words like hallways never swept and hanging slack in the wind are brilliant... and the children. I have a soft spot there.
ReplyDeleteI love the allegiance sworn to tiny gods....I well know that feeling.......those are the trustworthy hearts!
ReplyDeleteThe tiny gods really made this as well as the concluding lines. All the big gods are already stolen...
ReplyDeleteSomehow it reminds me of the book "the god of small things"
Finished or not it is very poignant and maybe the feeling of not being finished is a perfect metaphor for a person's life.
ReplyDeleteLoved the tiny gods and the way you've described them...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words in this. There is a book in that closing line, I'm sure of it.
ReplyDeleteNice images Audrey. Like that welcome mat remorse to end
ReplyDeleteMuch💖love
Powerful, full of regret and unfulfilled ambition. I'd love to see where you go with this. I think the first and last stanzas are super strong!
ReplyDeleteThe tiny gods steal my heart. And the first two stanzas are haunting.
ReplyDeleteThis is so incredibly potent! Especially love that closing stanza!
ReplyDeleteHaunting, and ultimately sad.
ReplyDeleteI don't know what it means either, but I like it very much.
ReplyDeletePerhaps in time its meaning will become clearer to you...as sometimes happens with dreams as well.
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