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creep me out from undercover
by Kyle Anne Kishwoke up from
a long winter’s nap.
icicles hung in my
brain and patchwork
memories clung
like wine stains
on white linen.
cold, so cold.
turned up the heat
but my bruises still
glowed beneath
leafy tufts
of matter
that mattered not.
"grow old with me
the best is yet to be?"
why butter me up
with the silence
of gravity growing
quietly each
and every day?
jumpstart me back
to my long winter’s
nap. at least, there
i can dream
the dreams
of the young
as i ride on cloud
covered glaciers
where no icicles grow. 02/26/2007 Author's Note: It's not always easy being me.
Posted on 02/27/2007
Copyright © 2024 Kyle Anne Kish
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rhonda Maneki on 02/27/07 at 06:47 AM oh, Sweet Lady, this is a powerful, a beautiful write. So full of emotion depths yet unspoken- simply felt within each space between. The breath I take to read another line lay more...
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| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/27/07 at 12:21 PM i am deeply moved...and for some reason, i want to hurt someone for causing the bruises that still glow... |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/02/07 at 10:45 PM Wow...Wow...and Wow. One of the best poems this site has produced in quite a while, thanks to you Kyle Anne...you've outdone yourself again. |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 03/03/07 at 12:14 AM Reading through this one brought to my mind shades of abuse that filtered through the lines... sad!! Very much so. The first and last stanza spoke to me of where one goes when being abused, to the recesses of their mind....hauntingly real... aloha to you and yours from out here under sunny skies..;-0 |
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