Plaster and Flesh

 

Plaster and Flesh

 

Flesh tone stitching across your lips designed to keep the truth locked in.

Forget how to scream no one wants to hear.

Keep your image vacant hold your secrets near.

Alabaster angel covering the pain you always win.

It happened again an inch of red, black and blue peeking through the skin.

You know what to do dear.

Plaster it with white. It’s not polite to make the others fear.

Keep the ugly nailed down with a pin.

Steady your steps with a solid stride conceal the fact your head does spin.

You look down from the oceans pier.

The waves they dance they chant come here.

Plaster or flesh you are your own mess decline the offer and raise your chin.

 

          

 

Reviews

[Mary]

The first line is very powerful; it has a nice flow and the imagery is intense.
In the third line should "secret's" be plural instead of possessive?
"It happened again an inch of red, black and blue peeking through the skin." This line really draws me in, it's unexpected and makes me curious. I like poetry that makes me curious, stirs my brain a little.
I really like this poem. It's strong, and leaves me wondering. I feel the tones of hoplessness and yet it's gentle at the same time. Great job!

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i have read this poem before but now i see between the images. i question the genuineness of the whole culture we are part of. no wonder the subject of this piece feels necessary to "cover up" the reality with the stark white of falsehoods just to conform to normalcy. this work should speak to everyone of us and the decay of our country. great execution of this obvious but ignored problem.