Deferral

A Poem by M. Shepherd

She defers so demure
As he peers into her
like a raven alighting on a clothesline

Light impinging on corneas
Dark infringing on day
Her soul is crusted
with the armor of her insecurity,
sitting under her skin like fat.
He sees through it
as though it were the glossy waters
of an alpine lake at dawn, embossed
with water skeeters,
the wind lethargic from waking.

I see this,
as though I am both of them
and myself.
Can they see that their eyes
are the same shade of blue?

© 2016 M. Shepherd

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W.k.kortas

Man, do I wish I had written that first stanza. Wonderful interplays of light and color, just virtuoso stuff.

Posted 8 Years Ago

8 Years Ago

:) Thank you wk.

wolfshrew

Oh, I am so jealous of your ability for descriptors.
I feel like you're writing about alternative realities where I'd like to be.
The description of a relate able soul, the tired wind. I'd ask you to take me there,
but you already did.

Posted 8 Years Ago

8 Years Ago

Definitely an alternative reality, hardly does this ever actually exist, in rarity it does and it ac.. read more

. serah .

-- you and wolfshrew are the kind of poets i could read interminably... -- both of you are inexorably unique and very circa 2016... in the moment...

-- "deferral" reminds me of the fragility and vulnerability that is almost tangible... -- the images of "a raven alighting on a clothesline", "light impinging on corneas", and "wind lethargic from waking" (especially) are striking and riveting beyond measure... -- the closing is intensely compelling... -- makes me wonder if there is a distinction between the participant and the observer or not... and how... what we see and what we notice in what we see almost defines us... -- i think sometimes that you excel in a combination of identity mapping and emotion mapping... capturing the essence of a moment... living it, reliving it and sharing it precisely... -- very insightful stuff, marcie...