Sunday SketchPicture> Sleeping Lady by Tamara de Lempika
For a time
Too long a time
I used to hide
Play seek and…
Wherever I hid
I had that chance for seconds
To be aware
I was not like the other guys
So I decided
Realized
Getting that far
Was too dark
Let’s then not play
Or hide
I committed myself
To behaving
As the rest of them
Joyful them
And I pretended
I was one other one
But pretending was blindness
And lies
As lame ones
So easy to catch...
That's why
After a while
I was baptized
Different and wild
Well that's fine
You must be right...
_______________________
24 comments:
Nice poem to ponder on.
Loved that"...pretending was blindness"
And also"...that's why I was baptized Different and wild!"
BRILLIANT!
B xx
Everybody thinks this, aware I was not like the other guys. Even so everybody is all like each other one.
Different and Wild sure different outside maybe wild but deeper in all the same thing.
A good thinking story of long ago versa now. But my nature remain the same thing before and after.
Good write
C
dulce...some great word play...like the seek and in the opening...and wild and different...that is not a bad thing at all...
The poem evolves so well toward the end destination. I like the transition from hiding to attempting to be like the rest, and the results, very easy to relate too. And the image picked is a favorite… Thank you
love the piece, dulce! think i had the same baptism! ;)
and you KNOW how i love the artist whose image you chose! she was a woman way beyond her time!
Dear Gypsy when I chose it,I couldn't help thinking of you...but, of course!
I love the baptism,,,, different and wild.
Dulcissima my sweet dear !!
how can a poem be so direct and with so many meanings .
so beautiful and brave .
hugs
:)
Sweet reaction you caused me!
Yep... pretending is like denying ourselves... and it hurts a lit because somtimes we may end up somewhere we never thought we´d be and we wont have an idea of how we got there...
:) (Yep... Im in love!)
Beautiful words, dulce. Very much so. Glad you joined us this week. I really am. Please do know that the artwork posted on SS does have to be your own. :) It doesn't have to be fab or perfect, but sunday sketches is about drawing, painting, etc. Hugs!!
I'm wild and different too. I guess with poets there's a lot of that going around, baptized and soaring.
xo
Dulce:
This is a personal favorite of mine that you wrote, as always I adore your writings, can be viewed many ways by the reader... a sign of excellent writing.
It does resemble though the life style of the artist Tamara De Lempicka and her early life with her first husband --and the wild child she was helping him get out of Russia & then her life in Paris..
Excellent pairing...
cheers,
joanny
Wow - this is beautiful. The poem so suits the painting! Different and wild - like that!
life is confusing, most of the time... but one thing holds true, some hearts are meant to be free... :)
lovely write today.
those last two stanza's really spoke to me...pretending..lies...and baptized into...awesome...☺
really good lines here. Very honest as all your poetry is
very nice indeed.
shamefully I must admit, I've not visted you for awhile...I do like your new look very much!
warm smiles,
This is nice Dulce
..But pretending was blindness
And lies
As lame ones
So easy to catch...
so true, so true...we should be try to be real...great poem dulce!
A beautiful piece of self-reflection, Dulce. There are many meanings here for all of us. Many thoughts... and many realities. Just lovely, my dear!
Hugs,
Nevine
Caemos siempre en el error de ser como los otros, dejando de ser nosotros...
Un besazo cielo!!!
Dulce....
You are so talented...:-)
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