I can be like that

I sit on the edge of things, sometimes
I can be that lone wave on a calm day
as I sit on rocks brushing my hair,
except I don't lure men to their deaths,
I just give the dead look
if they come too close
I can be like that sometimes.

I can sit in the rose bed playing the flute
or the bon viveur at a party strumming
silly tunes on an old and out of tune Johanna
getting people to sing all those sad songs,
silly songs and getting the lyrics wrong
on purpose, it is more fun that way
I can be odd that way.

I watch from an eyelet and what I see
it often makes me shed a tear or two,
when I descend, I walk, I find the sea
I converse with the sea creatures
we often disagree but are in accord
and we sing our lonesome songs
sometimes without a tune,
you see melodies are not always
the ones you hear in escalators
or in those smart restaurants,
melodies are your internal soul
often silent yet a rising crescendo.

I can take out old ballet pumps
the satin ripped, the wood
stained with tears and sweat
I can choreograph every line
taste the salt on your skin
close my eyes and with feather fronds
my eyelashes become sodden
as I wipe the condensation
from the old blown glass,
I worked in sand once
and the sea green stains
like verdigris on jugs
that once were filled
then lay with soil
Lining someone's driveway
I can be like that at times.



Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-08-23 at 19:33

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Simply beautiful. You have the ability to skip from personal detail to philosophical suggestiveness with such ease. I am so jealous :)
2015-08-26


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done, Elle. You may lay empty and forgotten like those ornamental jugs at times, but not very often, I suspect.
2015-08-24


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
As always Elle, something for the eyes, something for the soul, something for the mind. Well done!
2015-08-24


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Transfigurations of light,
gorgeously composed,
your virtuosity is showing maestro :-)x
2015-08-24


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i really enjoyed this sweet, bittersweet, self-assessment. "i just give the dead look" speaks volumes. you have a way with images that make your poems seem very real (as i assume they are).
2015-08-23