How do you?

How do you?

A Poem by fatalsymphonies

How do you train yourself
To look away from the light as it streams your way,
How don't you blame the sparkles
For kissing the tips of your hair with gleaming
Likeness with the truth,
How have you made yourself?
It's a bath of satin to your toes,
How do you turn yourself around like a rose,
Like a beautiful thread of ruffled emotion?

How do you breathe yourself to sleep at night?

© 2011 fatalsymphonies


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An exercise in ability and power, a beautiful prose with kind imagery and self knowledge, well done, great read.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Ah, this was really good. In fact, I loved it.
Especially the ending, but then maybe that's because that's what I some times wonder too.


Posted 13 Years Ago


`This is excellent! How do you basically do anything when you are not the nicest person, I find this interesting, the cliche "how do you sleep at night" has nothing on this! xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


I'm not sure if it's just me, but this one felt . . .
Spiteful? Maybe not. but the way you expressed this all was very well done. You are a very talented writer.

Posted 13 Years Ago


great flow it felt peaceful but heartfelt wonderful work!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very vivid. I liked it. It has a unique flow to it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


lovely, introspective......like the image

Posted 13 Years Ago


interesting and beautiful work.

Posted 13 Years Ago


What a beautiful yet haunting poem.. great job and a favorite

Posted 13 Years Ago


interesting inertia :) what lies beneath the layers of a "satin bath"?!...

Posted 13 Years Ago



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