Lady

The memories of the life of a woman, perhaps she was insane.

I pondered the thought of insanity 

Taking the time to weigh it all up

Feeling the pressure of all consequence 

Should I slip up 

I began to sift through old recordings 

Stashed away in the hope of amnesia 

I dusted them off, anticipating 

But ready to begin 

For in those broken hours formed a lady 

Designed by an autistic artist 

Those flaws seemed so beautifully dirty 

Bringing flowers and gifts to her room 

I recognised her face in the photograph 

Much more dusty than ever before 

For the life of me I could not remember her name 

She was gorgeous 

I endeavoured to find out her meaning 

Her purpose, her lifestyle, her goals

In reality, she never knew me

Oh, but I knew her! 

Scratching below layer upon layer 

Stumbling numb towards truth 

Wanting so much, all those flowers

And gifts in her room 

For in those broken hours formed a lady 

A woman romantically perfumed 

Weaving in and out of insanity

Yet, always in truth 

Author's Note

"Lady" is an interesting one. This is one of those poems that I wrote on impulse; I had no idea of it's meaning when I first wrote it. Even now, I'm not completely clear on it's meaning, however I'm beginning to suspect it is simply somebody going through the life of somebody else that has passed, and there was much intensity to go through.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Yes..leaves much to ponder in the lines of this one...I got a feel that the person was looking into her own life from a distance and understanding her world for what it is...the out of body experience comes into play here within the lines...but just my opinion...of your work...I'm glad I found you here...and what a ride of emotions to reveal to the reader...the whole aspect of knowing...from a different view point...

[tk]

wow. this piece is incredibly deep. :) the imagery is good, and the feelings are smoothly expressed. this brings back a lot of memories. :) you did a great job on this!
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