still she lies

little girl, wandering

in the green shimmering grass

wondering

how high does the blue sky reach

will i ever get there

how far does a butterfly fly

before it lands

does it know

the brilliant blue it flashes

as it blocks out the sun

mirrors tell such evil tales

dark, lurid

flashes of light

in darkness

how still can i lie

and the grass still hide me

can i stay here until dark

the earth rising up around me

growing soft roots

of perpetual night

Reviews

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Now I could be way off, but it seems to me as though this is a poem lamenting lost youth. Stanza one speaks of the hopes and dreams of youth, the sky is the limit. Stanza two speaks of the inquisitiveness and deep thought of youth we have questions when we are young. As we grow old, the well from which our questions come seems to run dry. I see Stanza three in two ways. The mirror can represent the stark reality of our aging, that our youth is/has slipping or slipped away. The second possible allusion could be to how we are so unsure of ourselves in youth and are so hurt by the negative comments of our playmates. I think that mirror can represent either or both, but I lean towards the first.

How still can I lie? ...Easy, we lie still when we are hiding, perhaps even frightened.

and the grass still hide me ... verifies my interpretation above.

can i stay here until night ... this was when I wondered about "night" as death. Can i keep this bit of my youth that i cling to until my "night"?

the earth rising up around me ... I don't want to lose her, but it seems that life ... indeed, even the very earth itself is trying to consume her, to take her from me.

soft roots of
perpetual night ... then I saw this again and my belief that "night" symbolized death was strengthened.

Kris ... as I went through this poem again, just now ... I realized how much more I love it ... I feel that so much more with all of these turmoils of adulthood. I want to be that little boy who walked in those beautiful fields and woods and learned about snakes and frogs and turtles. If you run away back to age 12 ... I wanna go too.

[Kristina Moulaison]

This is spot on and as an unrelated side note...I love you my friend.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

[Big stupid grin]

[Kristina Moulaison]

:)

[Chris]

I listened ...to this one, thought a bit. Listened again. "Roots" - had me asking why.

[Emily B]

were we playing hide and seek?

i think you found me

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thank you Emily.

[Frieda P]

Lot of soul searching and self reflection going on in this write, you can run but you can't hide resonated with me. Coming into the light can be frightening. Love the darkness and light of this read.

'mirrors tell such evil tales
dark, lurid
flashes of light
in darkness'

Love this stanza, says so much...

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thanks so much Frieda!

[Frieda P]

Always my pleasure to read you Misty.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

I see a little girl inside of the woman. The eternal little girl. She is all I see in the first two stanzas. then in stanza three I see the woman, the cursed mirror shows her that the little girl is less obvious now. But Stanza four assured us she is still there, hiding in that grass. This is what I see.

Are you referring to death with "night"

I think it is lovely in it's imagery, but I wonder if it has more to say. i wonder if it might grow.

[Kristina Moulaison]

You see well. Night is perhaps a kind of death, invisibility is what I was thinking about. I wrote this quickly. I'm sure there is more. Thank you!