What lies Beneath

September 15, 2008
By Tatyana Ray, Palo Alto, CA

Wispy dandelion fingers transform to paper-weights.
Stones, bricks
weighing me down, shadowing my world.
This repetition is comfort, where I find solace in my days,
a instance in which a lack of light,
a voluminous mouth of a snake, swirling devouring,
a wet moss blanket on your eyes brings
The dulcet soundtrack of my mind
crackles on,
pop, pop, pop,
and then it purrs slowly,
easing into a tender vibrating motion that
Bringing me down like the fingers and paper-weights that fell before me,
like an easy, constant cry of a child.
But not the shrill wailing of false purity,
like a dead body under
a fresh coat of snow.

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This article has 3 comments.

Miss_ATL said...
on Sep. 19 2008 at 2:04 pm
I felt a connection with your writing. It reminded me of the phrase "Catch 22." I appreciate the satire.

nattiekat724 said...
on Sep. 19 2008 at 2:59 am
Amazing poem I hope you will write more !!

John123 said...
on Sep. 18 2008 at 11:57 pm
You writing is interesting but i feel unattached, reach out to your reader more, its kind of weak in that sense. otherwise its good.

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