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Speaking of Intensity
by Alison McKenzieI can be overwhelming.
Ive seen that girl staring at me
From the mirror far too many times
To tell myself she isnt there.
The intensity presses, too often
Pushes away the subject of my longing.
My honesty stuns,
But not like a sparkly strapless gown,
Or a beautiful face.
Its just plain jaw-dropping disbelief
Until I turn away, ashamed to be frank.
Over the years, Ive learned to temper blunt
With the smooth brilliance of sunshine
And genuine appreciation without aversion -
There is value in every living thing.
So forgive me if I seem crass.
Its just a piece of who I am
That insists, now and again,
On taking her place at the front of the line. 08/13/2008 Author's Note: Sometimes to be in my skin.....ACK.
Posted on 08/13/2008
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 08/13/08 at 06:27 PM ... such is the skin you are in.... |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 08/13/08 at 06:45 PM i know the feeling. and being demanding is necessary. it takes all kinds. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/13/08 at 09:02 PM Again, nice write Alison. It has taken me quite a long time to realize that one must understand where the other is coming from and that is important. That said, there are times when things must be said in a straight forward manner. |
| Posted by Olivia Martin on 08/13/08 at 10:33 PM Oh so true. If only self-assurance could be taken as face value and not diminished into pomposity. Nice job! |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 08/14/08 at 02:46 PM I don't recognize that "lady" in the mirror either! Time to have that genuine appreciation....especially as we get older... MFS |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/14/08 at 06:46 PM ...ali, this is so rich w/ hidden facades in a hall of mirrors, you keep the reader on her toes and hold tight the tether...i would focus and then squint because i had blinked and you'd moved on...you are a great poet. |
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