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Monday, August 29

Outcast


Opening one and another
more and more windows
Why-the light won’t come in.

Cleaning what already is bright and shiny.

And when turning
To take part in their game
She is not allowed to play.

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Nude Art Photography

6 comments:

steveroni said...

If “I was not allowed to play” when desiring to be 'in the game', there was something the matter with me (and there WAS!). However, I always found a way to blame it on 'them' – in my delusion, my insanity. Delusion (one “L”!) can be also 'illusion' (two “Ls”!). Each, an erroneous perception of reality.

Once I was (pleased to be) told I had a mind like a steel trap. Happily did I assume the meaning to be I was 'so smart'--grin!

Like your “PERFECT” picture, they meant I had the lampshade on my head and could not see the light.

Dulce, this piece--certainly not biographical-- is an in-depth observation into a sick mind. You are so blessed in your ability to 'see' things as they are. And you communicate what you see with acuity.

Your write is good and tight. Wish I could keep my comments tight as well, but once begun.....
Love, and Peace!

Anonymous said...

Always a pleasure to read your poetry sweet Dulce! Thank you for commenting on my latest post. I apologize for the delayed response but internet problems prevented me from visiting. Have a beautiful day lovely lady! Hug!

Brian Miller said...

sad she is not allowed to play..that is not fun and feels not so good...some really nice textures...the bridge line there in the middle particularly

Anthony Duce said...

The words fit very well with the image.

L'Adelaide said...

This broke my heart as the words came so close....to me ...
As I lay here thinking why...
Much love...........

1ManView said...

WHy is being acceptive as you are, such a brutal game.. Love the correlation between the picture and poem...