staring at them, staring at me

August 8, 2013
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I sit there staring at them, staring at me
The girl with no worries; no responsibilities
And another girl... Slightly older with rusty earrings and an exhausted face
They are laughing, and yet I am clueless as to what they are laughing at
One hand held high, pointing to a face
Who’s face?

Blonde hair... Lighter than I remember... A lot shorter too.
An absent straightening iron
Lips cherry red and teeth. Muddled. Trying to find a way through.
From here I see blue eyes maybe green

Matching white tops. Pure.
Not tainted nor tinged by the arguments to come
The younger cannot see an independent mind failing to be tamed by one of elder experience
Who has tanned skin... slightly pinker; freckles under her smokey mascara line
Versus white, porcelain skin. Fragile.
Not yet gone to battle with sunburn on a Mediterranean beach.
Not yet gone to battle with the wind on her fathers triumph tiger
And not yet gone to battle with the pavement, while learning to ride her bicycle

Unfamiliar setting. Who’s antediluvian lifeless yet ever present arm chair?

Spitting images and parallel smiles but different shaped eyes
That aren’t phased by the flash

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EllieP said...
Sept. 14, 2013 at 12:24 pm
Thankyou all for your lovely comments :P i havent been on for a while and its an awesome surprise to see people reading them :) xx
dejarenee said...
Aug. 10, 2013 at 9:36 am
great poem! i absolutely l o v e d the way you explained the change of yourself
sarah98 said...
Aug. 9, 2013 at 7:44 pm
this is really fantastic. i love the whole concept. the way that you compare past and present you is really awesome. write on!!
tori-gurl said...
Aug. 8, 2013 at 10:58 pm
I really enjoyed this poem. I really like how you contrasted your old self with  your new by simply looking at pictures. I love when a simple everyday task is turned poetic. Very well done!
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