Painting (Me)
October 9th, 2011 § 12 Comments
Several weeks ago, while on an airplane, this poem came. I liked the idea of partnering modern technology with rhyme and standard phrases to describe universal feelings.
Painting (Me)
This slight blur (that is us) rocks me to sleep -
no cradle, no hymn, no circumstance,
no story that is old, no history untold,
no rhyme. This slight blur that is
how I am with you. Is it wrong to
Photoshop myself a life? To morph into a
velvet doe-eyed girl? To imprint
myself across your lids? So every time
you close your eyes, you have to
see me beautiful.
I am so glad to see you gracing us with you finely tuned mind again. I love the poems I can see.
Thanks. Mr. X.
I’m always been against altering editorial content.
No Photoshopping your work, eh? :-)
Interesting comparison. Almost a plaintive cry against conformity and sameness.
I hadn’t thought about it that way, G. Thanks.
Beautiful Pamela. Suppose it’s impolite to be too loud with praise; your poem is smarter, more breath-full than that (and why do we say breathless, when don’t we mean the opposite?). Ever quietly intimate. You make words undress feelings. That is the real mark of this and many of your poems! (Shy and fearless at the same time too.) A quality I much admire.
And this poem looks right into the desire of so many of us. No slight blur, what this poem says and does.
You make me wanna send you flowers. (silly but sincere)
Neil, you are the one with a way with words. I could not ask for a better response.
Thanks you for writing a reply that’s almost as long as my poem. :-)
Nice concept :)
Thank you! And thanks for visiting.
Well this has altitude and a very nice soft landing.
Thank you, Doug. Nice catch. :-)