Ode to Lipstick

In this case I mean ode in a less traditional sense. Simply an expression of great "exalted" emotion and deep love.

 

Neon pink

smeared across

smoothe flat skin.

Crinkled, stained plastic

wrapped around a green tube.

 

Pink creeping

over faded gold,

slowly inching across

its plastic captor.

 

Color sticker

fadded to ashy brown,

tiny print

worn away with age

shouting the name

of this indescribable color.

 

The tube offers little

but the lingering smell

if it's lifelong home.

Dim memory

of the vibrant face

it once brightened.

 

Cradled in worn leather

gathering dust.

Silently mourning and missing home.

Reviews

[Mathias Winters]

I love the way you said the lipstick was "slowly inching across its plastic captor" (There is a grammar error there by the way) The poem is very thoughtful, and I love the way it expresses emotion. The lipstick and its tube is a metaphor for something, even though I can't quite put my finger on it. (I'm a story writer, not a poet XD) But I love this poem and it's really great and original. It's good to see original poetry on this site.

[Coyote Poetry]

I have three daughters and a wife. I know the desire of lipstick. I run away when near a make-up counter. I like the description and story in this poem. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote