Life assures me like cancer
that I am finite, farfetched,
suppressed as a simulacrum.
It’s not possible to think
about the present moment
when married to its vision.
Everything that exists,
exists on a continuum
of reflection and conjecture.
–
What was once transparent
is now rooted like granite
with splinters of chamomile
bursting free at the edges.
It only takes a thimbleful,
a single breath, a ray of light,
a drop of blood to get me going.
–
All humans are layogenic,
a sideways glance,
a bout of nostalgia,
a darkened room
with two sets of curious eyes
locked together in breathless limbo.
Once met you’ll discover me.
I’ll never give you what you want.
–
Worth is synonymous with depth.
My scars are carved, not painted
red and bold like lips on paper.
It’s the constant itching
that reminds me that I’m current.
Who would I be without
these disfigurements?
Never trust a smiling face,
it takes longer to heal
when the wound is uneven.
–
I am not autophobic just conscientious
I don’t want to be blinded by conceit,
to find myself adored
by a stranger with sticky hands
and a heart overflowing with forgiveness.
Love is permissive like a drug,
if I should ever taste it
I’ll forget to come up for air.
–
I must maintain my ego,
the cracks in my heart
where I keep my needle and thread.
A fairy must remain anonymous
if she is to conjure.
Who would I be without
this blessed and cursed veil?
–
I can smell the bleach on your skin,
the ritual cleansings
the fear that your hands
might communicate your true intent.
What you love most about me
has nothing to do with me at all.
–
tough one!
For
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/02/26/wordle-186-2/
mindlovemisery 
I agree this was a tough one and employing Miss Marble often helps me. I like how you used the wordle to explore so many facets of yourself.
Miss Marble is a wonderful character and it is always a pleasure to read about her adventures. I often write in the first person but many of my poems are actually an exploration of the human condition so it’s not always true to life. Usually they are a mix of fact and fiction.
I’ve lately been examining a lot of the harmful ideas that I learned at a very young age and trying to debunk them, both in order to make peace with my past and so these ideas don’t stick with me in my next life, as farfetched as that may sound. Your poem makes me think of my attempts to scrub these ideas from my being.
I am reading a book on PTSD as part of my therapy but this isn’t the first time I have explored this area. Many years ago I read a book called Happiness is a Choice so I started to look at little more closely at my core beliefs, not just what I wanted to believe, not just the pretty things and it is quite eye opening and sometimes sad
Brilliant use of the wordle. I haven’t even started my thinking processes yet this week!
When I was scheduling this one for prompt it looked quite hard and I thought can I do this? What was I thinking?! So I had to try it lol I make my Wordles in advance and in big batches so I am usually surprised by the time they come around
Must admit I had two or three goes before I was happy with mine.
It took me a while to puzzle through too!
kaykuala
Never trust a smiling face,
it takes longer to heal
when the wound is uneven.
Love your brilliant wordcraft, Yves! The above is just an example. In fact, you have done extremely well all along the way throughout the poem.
Hank
Oh wow thank you Hank!
I am astounded at this brilliant use of do many words. ‘It’s not possible to think about the present moment when married to its vision.’ So insightful!
Oh wow thank you so much Sara
New word… simulacrum
One verse there… about the fairy… reminds me of the movie
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maleficent_(film)
Unexpected ending… I got to see it last eve on a ‘free’ movie channel.
(Though I still had commercials to deal with.)