Timid Mendicant - poem by bluebutterflyart, literature
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Timid Mendicant - poem
TIMID MENDICANT
I am a fetus,
waiting for
Moon-smiles,
reading the sanskrit
counting the ceiling tiles.
listening to
your heart's,
clock,
tick
tock.
looking for the key
that unlocks
this box.
I am dolls eyes,
looking out.
azure wings of
butter flies,
Inner conflict ,
and
self doubt.
dangling
strings,
and a
little girl's
pout.
I am a woman,
adjudicated and approved,
that...
once,
twice,
several,
times,
removed,
I am
divided,
by the
mirror,
my reflection
never clearer
one side self,
one si
DREAMESCAPE
Hold the bird
in both your hands,
sneak past
the sleeping
dogs,
climb the brittle stairs,
to the attic,
in the house of your childhood.
startle at each step,
as wood gives way,
beneath
your
feet.
and become aware...
... you maybe dreaming,
At the end
of a darkened corridor,
enter a room,
laced with
spider webs,
crinoline,
spanish moss,
and
sunlight,
swirling flecks of dust,
dance silent
in a
stream
of
light.
Pick up the
broken doll on the floor,
and say, to yourself,
"can this be a dream?"
Your grandmother's
mother,
is looking out the window,
sh