Conduits and Mirrors~

Tesla and Memories and A New Use for French Manicures *insert evil laughter here*

They lock you up and stock it up to you being a book on a shelf, 

a mirror image of your own sensual horror. 

Animal dreams in a glass doorframe . 

I am still known to pause in front of mirrors 

to commune in odd fashion 

with a million me's in fragments 

trailing footprints through a room I am designing 

along Tesla's patterns of electric paths 

corkscrewing neurons , 

popping corks, 

draining the light out of the morning moon. 

There will be doors on every inch of wall. 

Oh you will see then that I am not your ordinary crazy girl 

making sparks in your cervical membrane 

with freshly manicured nails .... 

SeleneSkye (c)2014

Reviews

[Philip Muls]

I am still known to pause in front of mirrors.

A pivotal statement. What is it in you that is fascinated with your image. The word still implies that you have tried to change this habit. Was it destructive? Did others tell you vanity is no good?

Great writing.

[emmajoy]

We are what others perceive. From where you sit, you are what only Self can see - manicured nails and all. Your words still beckon - as they should, can!

[alan peter kelly]

No ordinary girl is the most phenomenal understatement I've ever read. Much love Selene...your spirit still and will forever flow as liquid gold throughout my mind, soul, biology .

[Rikkevi Rue]

heart throbs, nerves synapse, memory stirs. echoes of unvoiced thoughts that reflected unformed crystals partially assimilated into tissues...still dripping with the wrent of emotions dagger

as i look up from the pavement in fading conscience, a killer blond sentiment slasher walks sensuously away, hips swaying in her satisfied gate as stiletto heels have the last word

[Richard Lane]

exquisite as always i enjoy everything you write.

[writing mojo]

priceless in your anatomical release that leaves pieces to pick up through your ghostly gait, which leaves the ground in a floating allegory, waiting to land where ever the mood strikes you
where the flesh shed from you long ago to write as haunting Serpens ..amazing piece

[Vanesa Markovic]

What a piece! I love stumbling across writing I can relate to entirely, with every ounce of my being.
"I am still known to pause in front of mirrors
to commune in odd fashion
with a million me's in fragments"
That part gave me chills, how hauntingly familiar.

[Ed Hart]

'a million me's in fragments'...that's what happens when we get broken...it can be a tragic-comedy when we get a multilog going in the mirror...some people are miss-ed whole trainloads more than others

[asdarkeyesclose]

'trailing footprints through a room I am designing

along Tesla's patterns of electric paths

corkscrewing neurons ,

popping corks,

draining the light out of the morning moon.'

loved that last line here. startling poetics as ever, with your own colourful flavour and insight. mirrors and doors suggest new worlds and possibilities, loved your abstractions conjuring light and shadows. fantastic.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Wow been a while since I seen a poem from you, nice to see your unique style on my screen again… there is no doubt you are not ordinary, that is one of your finest qualities.