She

[Mary Poppins]

I thought this time Í'd turn my eye to the outside, rather than the inside....so I chose a friend as a focus, and tried to kind of put down 'her' in writing.

*****


She doesn’t let herself find the answers
She knows she can’t stop at the truth
But who is she to stop the thoughts
That pool like ink blots on a page
Staining her brain and reminding
That less isn’t more or enough
Nowhere near adequate

Her disconnected mind weaves patterns
Exquisitely unattainable to most
Others glimpse flickers
Grabbing, struggling to capture
The light that shines from inside
Some see more but little know
She bestows that upon only a few

It’s easier to bask in the glow
Not climbing to impossible summits
Discovering more with each step
Means one forward two back
She will love less, this way
But longer, this way

Until tomorrow returns
To tell her what is forsaken
She will look harder then.

 

[up all night]

Oh this was fantastic, MP. In fact, I think this is my favourite of yours. Writing about someone else gives writing an accuracy and detachment that is rarely attainable when writing about subjects that are too close to your heart. Your word selection is always inspired, interesting and evocative.

I think you should show this to the person you wrote this about.

 

[cherub]

great piece,, sometimes we are looking through the inside and not the out,, you did a great job at taking a look,, very powerful

 

[Beatlebot]

very nice.

 

[Formico]

Special friends that evoke that kind of illumination and love are the best. They are the highest friends. You feel like your life has been worth living because of how they make you feel. I miss that.

 

[plazma]

This is a really beautiful poem, focussing so intimately on one person, drawing out their personality onto paper. Very nicely written, and I would expect nothing less.

-plaz out-