She

She was born to the Day,
but given over to the Night.
Her brain fizzled like seltzer.
Anxiety was a monster that she let in.
She was born with a star and a moon.
She opened her eyes like curtains,
drawing in the warmth of the Sun.
Her eye lashes were like butterflies fluttering in the wind.
They were long and beautiful.
Her soul felt evanescent,
the way it ebbed and flowed like the Tide.
She glowed like a star at Night,
like something ethereal,
like something from another world.

Reviews

[Patricia]

beautiful imagery over a sad undertone of anxiety/sadness which can be something that is all that is seen by most and not the beauty of the soul, we need to remember there is a soul in there that offers life and love. this world is filled with anxiety

[light and ashes]

It is, Patricia, and I suppose we need not wonder why..
It is very difficult sometimes..

[Lydia Shutter]

On the one hand she sounds so weak and vulnerable. On the other hand, she seems very strong. I enjoyed the imagery you employed here. Lovely write. Lydi**

[light and ashes]

Thank you, Lydia. Life beats us all down at some point.

[Einstein Noodle]

i really like how you ended this with openness .. it leaves me hanging yet not ... i feel content to leave it just as it reads for me .. i also especially like the very original simile in L3 .. would love to read more in kind ... L4 hits me at a personal level .. as i walk in your speakers shoes ;) well done says i .. very gripping and draws me in more with each line .. she is something else says i! suffering but toughened by previous trials navigated successfully .. the vulnerable honesty is powerful .. fine read for me
E.

[duff]

A rainbow of emotions trying to navigate the day. She stands tall no matter what. Gorgeous writing.

[light and ashes]

Thank you so much, Duff.

[Fran Marie]

A well written piece, visual and
vivid imagery within the lines
born of the day, given to the night
the otherworldly attributes given her
with ethereal essence & evanescent
soul....a lovely write ..I enjoyed

[light and ashes]

Thank you so much.

[Coyote Poetry]

I adored the poetry my dear friend.
"Her eye lashes were like butterflies fluttering in the wind.
They were long and beautiful.
Her soul felt evanescent,
the way it ebbed and flowed like the Tide."
The above lines. So good and meaningful. You made the words dance. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[W. Barrett Munn]

Nicely written LA. In my mind it is set up perfectly for some kind of disjuntive ending. For an example of one of the great disjunctive endings of all time check out this poem by William Duffy. You can find it on the internet: "Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy's Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota".

Winston
P.S. Line 8 should be "were" instead of "where".

[light and ashes]

I will check that out, thank you.

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful description here Light. Anxiety is indeed a monster. It can turn a calm sea into a raging torrent. Fabulous write.

Chris

[light and ashes]

Thank you, lady.