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the beauty we don't see
by Ava Blu
it's the beauty,
she keeps telling herself,
that will drive any man away;
the way her hair is perfectly kept
straight,
when she awakes each morning
the butterfly without her wings,
she is kept in a jar
unable to flutter;
only able to stare at the grass around her,
praying for the lid to open
it's an anomaly,
she believes,
because without the beauty
one has nothing to offer
and yet here she sits.
the passing of the day
brings sunshine just out of her reach,
just far enough to allow her the false sense of
escape
and the breeze through the holes at the top
are comforting in a
patronizing way,
belittling her attempts at
life
but the course of her actions
are the reminder that stories
need an ending,
and the lid to her jar will not open again.
07/29/2009 Posted on 07/29/2009
Copyright © 2026 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/29/09 at 02:22 PM A weird scene, even for you, but I'm always completely at attention when you go for something a little further off the path. It's difficult to do weird and still stick to an actual point of some kind. You are very obviously trying to say something here, and your point and imagery comes through in every perfect line, every little bit of the curtain you pull back to give us the scene and this one person in it. As far as slowly revealing the piece, as far as building to that overall image goes this is one of your best. You've created a visual here that's quite unforgettable and absolutely stunning. |
| Posted by Michael Smith on 07/29/09 at 03:38 PM A sad reality that, quite simply, some things can never be undone, at all. I really like the way you've framed your point here, Ava. I was thinking "paradox" when I read "anomaly". I like the way you've injected into the reader the sense of "needing to move forward". Overall, very nice work. |
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