I might look better if you turn down the light love Its quality makes my nonsense a gleaming halo Humor, a cloaking sarong, falling loosely about worn out knees Adding a splash of color, making me more, fancy
Walking along the road where the doves are singing their romantic praises Until I pass, then just rustle with uneasiness in the fading light I tell them to pardon my intrusion, just trying to fit in My voice too loud, making me more, lonely
The neon light of the bar hums steadily red Its promises of companionship, an overzealous marketing ploy The seats at the counter are empty, save one, native woman I don’t even register a glance, making me more, empty
The covers are stiflingly hot, my hair soaking my pillow Again the light, hope you are interested in light, moonlight Washes over my ordinary features, it won’t stay long I drift into sleep in the dark, making me more, sickly
My dreams have me pushing a boulder up a mountain And jumping from the top to the bottom in a single leap She’s waiting at the bottom, looking at me with admiration Here, I am better than I am, here I am more, manly
- there's a lot said about honesty in poetry - and i think its found in abundance in this poem - it takes a lot - to write so candidly - and to put one's imperfections - perceived or real - out there - for everyone to see - especially in a world - where almost everything is about covering up reality -
- i love the sensitivity - the images - the vulnerability - the truth as it is - the end - this is a stunning poem! - it lingers - like look - the last time i looked - in the mirror - at reality -
My favourite stanza is the one in which you intrude upon the doves, trying to fit in - that says a lot about loneliness, right there. I would have to disagree with the idea expressed in the 4th stanza, though: you are anything but ordinary, nor do you need a woman's admiration to make you any more than you already are. Well, that's in my opinion anyway :)
LOL! i usually have to throw in a few vodkas and then i look damn good! i hate it when they sober up in the morning and they see what i really look like
there is such a poignant vulnerability in this piece. very self-deprecating.. but then, you know, we are all our own worst critics. we can only hope to find the one (or ones, cos sometimes friends can also cast this light) in whose eyes all of our imperfections turn into the things that make us so very perfectly ourselves..
"I might look better if you turn down the light love
Its quality makes my nonsense a gleaming halo"
I love those lines. We often do feel out of place. We long for someone who's waiting for us, looking at us with admiration despite the faults we think we have (or even may really have). Most people don't have that...
It's always nice to have someone make you feel better than you are...sometimes you need it. Poem is lovely, I love the "making me more," parts, and the way you split them from the words after them. It create such deeper meaning than if you'd left out the commas. To me anyway, I'm sure I sound like an idiot. Favorite part...
"I might look better if you turn down the light love
It's quality makes my nonsense a gleaming halo"
What a strong, powerful statement, and I actually found
myself feeling sad while reading this because there are so
many people roaming around here feeling like this.
The scene in my mind was a hobo, someone forgotten.
When someone can write like this the self-esteem is assured surely?
The way you place yourself here and there, then mark yourself low is sad, sad, sad .. but that last stanza just proves something .. with love you can be a hero!
That final word at the end of each stanza is quite a ploy, somehow accentuates the way you see yourself.
re: light ... 'Its quality makes my nonsense a gleaming halo' is a great line
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