sunshine through the blinds

the sunshine has imbedded horizontal lines
against her skin;
violating the distance she has placed between
herself
and the world.

she parts the blinds
with two delicate fingers
to glance outside.

pupils dilate
to soak it all in.

from the sigh of the
weeping willow
to the gentle curve
of the street

eyelids flutter fast
then tighten quick

sunspots bounce against the
backdrop of her heart.

her fingers return to fall at her side.
 

she finds comfort in the darkness
of her house
of this room
of her mind
 

of the distance she places between herself
and the
sunshine.

 

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

the sunshine has imbedded horizontal lines
against her skin;
violating the distance she has placed between
herself
and the world.

Wow what a gripping start to another fabulous piece... I like the use of the blind as the emotional wall being put up to keep the hurt out... sometimes our reaction is to just give in on feeling anything but we as humans if we aren't feeling then there is no reason to be alive so eventually we must open the blind and trust the sun to show us the light. I certainly do understand where those feelings come from though... and your writing again is well beyond me praise but I will say it, spectacular.

[Brett Campaigne]

the interplay of perspectives is well used in the extrapolation of an instant

[Gandré]

I like this surrealistic thought!
I think, it's an amazing poem.
You and also Caroline write in the
"she" - form, I like that very much,
putting a distance between the reader
and the writer. It may sound more
emotional to me if you wrote in
1. person singular.
Nice nice metaphors, we 've got
a band. It's almost like an eastern
thougth to me.
good write!!

lara

[Pierce Franklin]

I love the opening verse:

"the sunshine has imbedded horizontal lines
against her skin;
violating the distance she has placed between
herself
and the world."

I have felt this way many a time. Great stuff.

[Pixie Dusted Leo]

I really love this. I feel like this so many days. I can read this, close my eyes ... be this character .. open my eyes to re-read this piece again, and almost feel the sun invading my room on the days I lock everyone else out. Kudos on your choice of words: violating, delicate fingers, flutter and "hearts backdrop".

[Bill Throneburg]

Love the opening and the close of this one. Imaginative imagery. "the sigh of the weeping willow". Comfort in lonliness...better to hide than endure reality.

Great job. Enjoyable read.

Bill

[Gordon Greene]

What does my review really mean, being a nocturnal creature and all!
(This picture is the last time I remember light since the last time I narrowly missed two headlights).

[Gordon Greene]

Trapped within this room of darkness, darkness becomes the only light she knows.
Light is darkness and fear.
Loved the flow. Clear and clearly brilliant.
g.g.

[David P. Eckert]

Wonderful images, all the way through. I especially liked the flow of words in the middle of the poem.

"from the sigh of the
weeping willow
to the gentle curve
of the street

eyelids flutter fast
then tighten quick"

The need for retreat is sometimes so strong and your images to great justice to your character's moods, and desperate fear.

[Leah Simone]

The way she detaches herself from life and watches with admiration that which she cannot seem to be a part of - is dark yet beautiful - this was a fine piece of poetry, Kara. I really enjoyed it - it was intriguing and made me read again and ponder about personal things. - Leah

[Malu Akela]

This is so beautiful and it brought tears to my eyes and made me think of myself...