Matryoshka Dolls

fresh flesh for the bayou.

inside an inside into another inside

it's kinda clever and I am

fascinated, enthralled even

amazed by the metaphor

of some doll and its inside's

and my own

version of that

　

party time's

peeling back the skin

for fun, for friends, for lovers

fresh flesh;

press it against our palms

closer to the heart strings

every pull backwards......

it gets further messy

layer upon layer peeling back revealing for all of us

to misunderstand the inside's of the inside of another;

with this privilege of vision comes much peril

risking enchantment, staking everything

upon a game of very unsterile operation

　

layers removed they often stay so forever

infection comes

then

scaring's forever and ever

scars upon scars

feeling became like listening underwater

metaphorically bleeding

between things, you and i

we are memories layered upon memory

within some historical consciousness

operating inside modern societal frameworks

reasons producing reasons forcing ends

ameliorated by how we are connected

in our very special

very collective, sympathy or rage

maybe apathy, who cares?

all of this..... all of these

　

deeds rarely die with the dead

among the most unique traits of the human

our great masterpiece

of humans

not simply recalled, but studied, relearned

in details

idealized templates become how we spend timelines

you could do worse

you could do better

so what if it's all been done before?

forgotten more times than remembered

probably too, warnings ommited

those got in the way

like baldness, very much meant to invent the toupee

like thirst making water

ha.... no one survives like this, wait,?  what?

of short gains enhancing long traits

ideology virus spreads like it's fashion

or a movie trailer

for a future picture not one of us will see

　

relying on scar tissue

to feel what's left of some world

as we die along time

with the knowedge of vision

or the gift of production

hey...

we gotta do something

or nothing in the end

I guess....

what's the difference?

You're still going to die.

Author's Note

Reviews

[KWP]

I guess escaping the scar tissue and all the generational layers of collective experiences is the way to go ... to finally be free ... blank canvas and all that ... although without the canvas ...

party time for some is peeling back the skin getting to the nitty gritty of the inner workings of base level beings ... party time for others is pushing through to the next frontier and leaving all the discarded mess well behind ... that's called evolving ...

[Nessly]

I'm having trouble mustering up the right words to say about this poem. It's truly a masterful piece, and I'm so glad I took the time to read it. I love your use of metaphor. I've always heard the emotional layers of a person compared to an onion but never to Matryoshka dolls. The repetition of the word "inside" left me feeling a bit nauseous because it felt as though the narrator was removing a piece of me layer by layer. Right when I thought you were about to wrap up the poem, you took it deeper and further still until the narrator points out that we all die in the end.

[Davidgeo]

I'm glad you liked it. I forgot how long this one ended up. Good on you for taking the time; it's not exactly an uplifting use of your time. Sorry about that.

[Nessly]

No apologies necessary. I loved the poem.

[Davidgeo]

Wunderbar!

[LostBoy]

We're layers. Now the plot thickens. .

Another interesting write among the unbearable average and boring burst outs of emotions I have been exposed to right after registering. Juicy. but couldn't you stop your thoughts from babbling? Cut off your ideas and put them in measured frame. Less is more sometimes just sayin'

[Davidgeo]

Ha... yeah. Word economy. I'm going to change this but, nice observation. I think it's apt.

[Davidgeo]

I meant to say I'm NOT going to change this.

[LostBoy]

Never talked about changes or did I? I'm a good observer you're right about that.

[Davidgeo]

"Cut off your ideas and put them in measured frame. Less is more sometimes just sayin'"

read more"Cut off your ideas and put them in measured frame. Less is more sometimes just sayin'"

You write like someone I know very well.

Are we really going to do this again? Like this? Just use your own friggin profile a*s face.

[Davidgeo]

You write like someone I know very well.

Sigh...

Are we really going to do this again? Like this? Just use your real friggin profile man.

[LostBoy]

Ok..you're paranoid. Dunno what issues you have.

[Davidgeo]

Well, you better just completely ignore me then. Leave the crazy paranoid person alone, you should have no want or need to interact with me further. Bye bye now!!!

[LostBoy]

Ok ignorance inserted right after this reply.

[TL Boehm]

this may be out there, but I study my family genealogy - because a career woman, wife, parent, writer needs an obsession, right? But this poem speaks to me - there is truth in it. HIstorical consciousness as you wrote, I believe exists. And deads, they don't die with the dead. They sprout teeth and claws. Well done.

[Davidgeo]

Thank you my dear. I'm certain you mean deeds, deeds they do not die with the dead.

Teeth and claws, ha... I like that. You're clever.

[TL Boehm]

deeds. yes. LOL

[Alexis Rose]

Some people are afraid to write about reality. I like that you aren't.

[Davidgeo]

Thanks... I worry I'm too cynical sometimes. It could be worse... right?

[Alexis Rose]

I like cynical

[Davidgeo]

Good luck with that... it sounds better than it feels. Most of the time anyway.

[Warrior]

Certain words you use such as flesh, layers, and virus gives off a nasty feeling, and that does well especially with the cover.

[Davidgeo]

Yeah... that's about right. Nasty.