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Porcelain Doll
by Julie Adamsbones peek through skin
shamefully sunken and fidgeting
in shadows of their own form
they cower in the sullen
shadowsknuckles
and clavicles and vertebrae
that stun the naked eye...
...I, I wanted to envelop
my hands around them;
warm those naked ivory bones,
and share the robust iron of my blood
echoing through bone, her body moans,
but she ignores it, she has to,
emaciated is no condition to fight
especially for your life
to be thin and obsessive
her back hunches over
her hair wilts under the pressure
reduced to rice paper, only wisps now,
cobwebs lining the cave she has abandoned
Brittle porcelain doll
I can see your faint blue cracks,
your days are numbered
try to find the glue that makes you whole
before you shatter
bones are showing,
glowing under sheets of skin
red with rage, despair
in defense of natureyour bones are knocking
try to listen
the chill
I can feel the hollow next to you
my fingers coil
my spine tingles
my eyes tear up
humanity cries in deafening optics
only the famished soul can't hear
11/20/2004 Posted on 11/20/2004
Copyright © 2024 Julie Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 11/21/04 at 09:20 PM Unfortunately that agonizing aging process is inevitable whether bone or porcelain and it all plays out in dramatic fashion here, Bonnie. Very emotional write.
Pe4ce... |
| Posted by Lacy D Phillips on 11/22/04 at 04:32 AM It's frightening what some people will do in service of an ideal. |
| Posted by Michael Faraday on 08/02/05 at 04:01 AM Hi Julie, You have some really great lines and images in this piece. I have a pet peave on poets using commas where they are not needed. Instead try using line breaks and good word choice to get your point across. Also, ellipses have no place in poetry. Your words should linger and not your punctuation! Just my two billion yen for what it's worth. Other than 'my' pet peaves this is a fine poem with lots of potential to be a great poem. peace, M |
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