The door to my mind is ajar
Everyone stumbles on entry
Some thresholds should not be
(even for the sake of dinner).
It is not for me to offer
The tenets’ identity
Lonely women will often lie
Beneath the plainest stones
But I would never dare
Call such women ordinary
They do not even require a name
For who would dare personify
That which is already human?
The stars are all broken
The stars are all crossed
Nothing that is left
Could possibly last.
I traveled a thousand miles
Over land and sea
Through the offal
Of countless identities.
Everyone I’ve touched
Has taken a piece of me
What was prime is now
Perishable and had I lived
I might have faced you
You being a euphemism for me.
There were three at the beginning
I the mother, I the daughter, I the spirit
But one of them had to die
That the others could
Entertain another holiday.
The daughter is not likely
To rise again
For no one ever loved her
As though she were a child.
Some people are born
Such scars are sure to survive
For how could death contain them?
18 thoughts on “Tale Weaver Prompt 2: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner and Writing Prompt # 95 – Phantasmagoria”
I especially like the phrase “the stars are all broken”. I feel that way some days. Thank you. I enjoyed reading. http://lilypupslife.wordpress.com/
Thank you very much!
Very nice! I hope life is treating you well lately…
Thanks! Well I lost my wallet yesterday! I was worried not because I’d lost money or credit cards I had neither but because of my ID (I am living overseas and very short on IDs) and my bus pass which I did have money on. Well I got a call this morning it had been turned in! I picked it up and it was all there even the small amount of change I had. Hubbie laughs at me for having my phone number in my wallet but they were able to get back to me right away, without it they would have had to send a note in the mail and that would have taken days. I would have canceled my ID and it would have been a mess. Whoever saw my wallet would have seen someone with no money, a therapy business card, and a grown up with her own phone number written down lol
People are good and honest! The good side of humanity, god knows there are so many other things going on in the world.. You are blessed
Some people are born/Without permission Wow — does that ever sum up childhood to adult feelings of unworthiness, etc and family interrelations.
You painted incredibly strong images, and I’m still processing the meanings.
Good to hear that some people are honest. Makes me feel good about humanity for a while.
Thank you so much for your beautiful words =) I was so relieved and it does say something good about humanity indeed
It’s easy to forget there are good people out there.
Hope you are doing okay with so much going on.
lots of little nuggets in here…from the everyone you touch taking a part…and they all leave a part…and there are plenty of things we should not try to tackle alone….there is a cool movement through the whole piece…
Wow thanks so much Brian XD
Excellent images Yves, very powerfully conveyed through the words you choose so carefully.
Thank you Michael!
I’m glad you got your wallet back, Yves! Hee hee!
XD me too
You’re poetry is just getting better and better Yves.
Thanks Laurie I needed to hear it!
Mister right place, right time, that’s me. 🙂