OOh! A party!
with party hats
and streamers
gleaming
glittery
jitterbuggy
Stay away from the mirror
you might cry
at the sight you behold
and may wish to remain
naive
quiet
in denial of such truth
that reflections
may reveal
Don't take me there
'cause I don't wanna go
the clouds obscure
what I wish not
to see
And the mirror
it bleeds
when it cries
The underworld sneaks through
the window
left open to catch
night breezes
billowing curtains wide
The tide
washes in
leaving chaos
in its wake
And the party
rages on
with dancing
party hats
of tarnished gold
Another old one. This one? Don't know what I was thinking when I wrote it, but obviously something...hmmm...missing...unexpressed...left to lie fallow, and denied.
Again, I changed it...added to it as I typed. Chuckles...fickle Mama.
Love you GREATLY...yer Motha.
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I actually just wrote about this concept in my last comment to you, an author forgetting the original meaning of a piece. I do it often, and am stuck adding to it wondering if I am making two seperate pieces forge together. Some of my favorite writings I have no idea what the intention, meaning, or purpose behind them was. Sometimes I think the surprise and unknown is good. I love you mother!
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