Broken Pavement
I
caught my foot
and
stumbled forward.
You
reached out
just
too late
and
down I went.
Down
I went into
that
basement room
where
I sit huddled
in
misery
gazing
into mirrors.
Gazing
into mirrors
and
listening to
That
voice (who’s voice?).
Stupid
ugly
unloved
clumsy girl.
The
unloved clumsy girl
from
the basement
wants
to cry but holds
those
tears.
Cups
them in her hands.
In
her hands she cups
the
sorrow and lifts
her
body from that
broken
pavement
and
smiles at you.
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is a Magpie
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Sigh.
ReplyDeleteI know that girl...
Beautiful, Dana.
Brave sturdy girl- not clumsy
ReplyDeletewonderful piece. Reminds me of something I am always saying, pick yourself up, brush yourself off and hold your head up and smile and continue on.........
ReplyDeleteBoy oh boy can I relate to this. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteOh, well done Bug! Real poignancy in the flow of words.
ReplyDeleteShe will be okay--beautiful work!
ReplyDeleteAww at the end, and I really like the cool way you connect each stanza. Nice
ReplyDeleteAh...an anthem for all of us who are not coordinated.
ReplyDeleteLovely, Dana.
Nice! Unpretentious and realistic, just the way I like 'em!
ReplyDeleteSometimes, our own mind can be the cruelest of places to dwell...and yet, if we can overcome, if we can brush ourselves off and pull ourselves up, we can persevere. We can smile through it, and go on, untouched. Lovely piece.
ReplyDeleteI know that voice too well.
ReplyDeleteVery well done Dana. You captured this so wonderfully.
the little girl from the basement...cupping tears and still able to smile...beautiful
ReplyDeleteI've been that girl. Wonderful poem, Bug.
ReplyDeleteWe can all relate to that girl, beautiful poem, we need to be less harsh on ourselves at times. Very moving.
ReplyDeleteLovely piece, I think we have all been that girl at some point!
ReplyDeleteI know. Sometimes life is tough. Good work.
ReplyDeleteAnother beautiful capture of a soul. Well done.
ReplyDeletevery nice Dana.
ReplyDeleteWonderful...
ReplyDeleteuneven
I was skeptical about the repeats at first but think that I've been swayed. Good job creating our image of this girl.
ReplyDeleteLovely work for broken pavement. Really a heart turner.
ReplyDeleteOn a different note, your menacing canary on my blog today is stupendous. Oh! "The exact placement of the rosette on the body..."!!! Shivers me bones, Bug!
Aaw, I know of what you speak. : (
ReplyDeleteAh, yes, I know how that feels. So very well written.
ReplyDeleteIt has happened to me too; so I sure can relate to your lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteSuch a sad poem.
ReplyDeleteGreat piece! I am glad she resurfaces!
ReplyDeleteI have never thought of it as a cellar-
yet I am certainly familiar with the feelings. I like that she cups her tears
when mine flow there is very little hope of holding them.
Beautiful photo to illustrate a beautiful poem. Love the metaphor.
ReplyDeleteI felt this one. For me it took off.
ReplyDeleteIn her hands she cups
ReplyDeletethe sorrow and lifts
her body from that
broken pavement
and smiles at you...
This is masterful, love it.
:)
Solid emotional content and imagery.
ReplyDeleteAaaaah! Puts me in mind of a certain some-one from yesteryear. Nicely worded.
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