Blistered Peeling Paint

Blistered Peeling Paint

A Poem by Phill Oz O'fee
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Looking for forgiveness ...

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Blistered Peeling Paint


How pitiless this weakened psyche

To ever consider in contemplation

That all life’s conscious moments

Were exercised in furious vain

 

Time, in unrepentant ruthlessness

Has taken revenge on misspent youth

All wounds of shortcomings hauntingly

Exposed by unforgiving worldly elements

 

An overwhelming gripping affinity

Permeates throughout this shattered shell

As slowly I identify a squandered existence

To the window’s blistered peeling paint

 

Curling back the fasciae of my life

Gloss fading from a weathered brow

With living, less before me than behind

I lay bare in testimony my wickedness

 

Seeking exoneration from shadowed thoughts

Bleaching clean with virtuous undertakings

Sanding down an over inflated ego

Ready for a new coat of righteous paint

 

Phill (ozofee) @ 2011

© 2011 Phill Oz O'fee


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Curling back the fasciae of my life
Gloss fading from a weathered brow
With living, less before me than behind
I lay bare in testimony my wickedness

Phil I have to say that I am not surprised, but I am ABSOLUTELY pleased to read this. There is a vulnerability here that exudes the strength of character. I absolutely loved this! 1000 peaches!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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I love the imagery here...the peeling and decaying paint being stripped bare to reveal a clean slate, a new beginning. Remarkably well done!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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I love the visual of peeling paint! I often feel that my time in youth was "misspent" and I agree about your opinion in this poem about time. It can be ruthless; especially when you peel back the layers of the person you once were. I don't recognize that girl anymore. Time has replaced her with a jaded shell. Great poem!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Curling back the fasciae of my life
Gloss fading from a weathered brow
With living, less before me than behind
I lay bare in testimony my wickedness

Phil I have to say that I am not surprised, but I am ABSOLUTELY pleased to read this. There is a vulnerability here that exudes the strength of character. I absolutely loved this! 1000 peaches!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Write on! Love the analogy of this work. Well done.
Light,
Siddartha


Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Powerful. Love it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This started out very dark, and ended up as something that shows a tendency towards the lighter side of life. I look forward to reading more...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Perhaps more of us should step back and take a real hard look at ourselves...and see what we really are and if not so hot...try to change it..Nice and deep write..Valentine

Posted 13 Years Ago


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wow, this is deep and I think we reach a point in our lives where our thoughts take us here...I like that last line...it sparks the change to brighter days...a very good write..

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

all my vulnerabilities are exposed, I'm ready to be cleaned up and whitewashed new . . . thanks so much for sharing this with me, these are the words I needed today

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Phill Oz O'fee
Phill Oz O'fee

Winchester, Hampshire, England, United Kingdom



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I am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death. Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..

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