hearts painted on the wall
to cover the cracks in her foundation
guitar in the key of A
while dreading her locks
Face to the sky
uneven grass bent at the tips of her toes
as she wishes to feel cement
it's almost midnight
and still bright eyed
She looks at the hours upside down
to slow the close of the open door
when she's rightside up
she feels suffocated
Desperate to find her other half
unknowingly looking for self
she does handstands in the desert
just to find out if she can
Halo fallen to her knees
loser, pitiful, unworthy
she looks down and admires the cracked
culking in the cracks of the bathroom floor
Head on pillow
make up on face
scissors by hand
murder mystery on nightstand
peace
Halo around ankles
it's harder to take risks
harder to breathe and harder to cope
hearts on wall are now just as cracked
scissors in hand she cuts hair
and is free from rolling wheelchair
© 2010 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
23 comments:
Oh nice Anthony...love it all and there is so much mystery in this girl...I want to know more about here...the progression of halo from waist to ankles the freeing from wheelchair...oodles of great images here...bkm
What a great poem Anthony you pull the reader thru the door and under the wheelchair among other places
Thanks for your one shot support and for hosting Osp chat
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nice progression on this an the back and forth form does well to move the story along as well...the scissors by hand murder mystery on the nightstand makes some great allusions as well to the feel of the moment...
Beautiful! I love the repetition, it carries us through this journey. My favorite phrase: "Desperate to find her other half
unknowingly looking for self"
brilliant!
The images as startling as ever, the metaphors so cohesive, and Christina's World emerges as an interior still life. Exquisite!
Yes... we are all half of ourselves... loved how you slit your poem on to one and another site
great work Anthony!
love it. one of my faves.
I really like this! We all start out with our halos intact. But as time passes and life happens to us, the halo falls a little with each passing diaappointment.
Wow, this is deep. I love something to chew on Anthony, a truly intelligent piece.
What a creative piece! I enjoyed following the southward descent of the halo.
Anthony, a creative poem. I enjoyed this. :)
Anthony, excellent piece. Lots of really cool lines in here, really enjoyed it, thanks for posting:)
Anthony, I really enjoyed this. There's some great wordplay and imagery, as well as compelling emotion.
Anthony...
Very creative and well written.
You Da Man!!
Very creative I agree~
Your work reminds me of my son's poetry ~
Outstanding. I particularly liked
"she looks at the hours upside down
to slow the close of the open door"
Great images, motionas the poem flows. I enjoyed it !!!
The structure of this poem adds to the beauty of it! The mystery draws you in as well.
dang anthony - your poems always leave me speechless....i love what you sell...i really do - you rock the poetic galaxy!!
Beautiful! The structure, the repetition... creative and amazingly written... You rocked this!
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Vivid images here, Anthony. I can see her. Plainly. Good poem.
Loved this - LadyCat summed it up for me, the halo theme is outstanding
Jeez man this is strong. Compelling stuff. I wish I had visited you sooner.
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