Poetry competition CLOSED 23rd October 2022 00:30am
WINNER
Bluevelvete
Bluevelvete
Poem of the Month - October 2022
The folly of fear & the precariousness of dissatisfaction
...
Tell me
what is it like
when you're away
are you pseudo celebrating
with ironic plastic freedom
are you having pangs
of lust filled
'Ican'twaittotasteher-isms'
a waiting mechanism
full of pesky gnawing throes
that yearn luscious-ly fine
pulling upon a tendril's bows
clawing inside a mind whose
brilliance could be diamond shine
Tell me
what is it like
when you are gone
are you at ease
comfortable in your own skin
knowing that I'm here,
you are there
and that no matter where
I'll be the only one who sees
the beauty
of all your desperate decadence
and tumultuous raw sexiness;
hidden in plain sight
that subterfuge of might
wit beyond compare
the wry kind,
coated with that rarely found
charismatic flare
Tell Me
what is it like
to wonder
do you sit on your own
daydream
or write down
rare missing moments
inked in gorgeous poetic phrases
one's my own pen chases
left searing into tender places
or do you perhaps ponder
the cementing of our connection
a true bonded, bond
we, two unlikely misplaced souls
found within this most
unusual combination
where we are truly kindred perfection
in our 'two-united-weirdo's"
revelation
so...
what is it like?
Tell me
can you see it for yourself
that my heart
is closed up
locked away high up on a shelf
no, not from you
away from me
I unknowingly
or subconsciously,
somewhere along the way
hid myself
tucked 'me ' away
pouring my own charisma
into you and I
and our sort-of
warped enigma
of this, our protected bubble
engaging in such a display
that I knew my
fragile heart would be okay
hidden away so high,
up on that bullshit imaginary shelf
where the last thing
I would have to do was truly fly
Why then, didn't you
tell me
to stop being so afraid,
to let go,
finally learn to play the game
the one with zero blame
reminded that fear isn't what makes me strong
or pretending there's nothing wrong
it's how my character tackles
this unyielding fucked up shit that hackles
how I ultimately can decide
gather myself up to really try
scream out a healthy
guttural warrior's cry
make up my own mind
to no longer hide
and with purposeful
authority and pride
know what it is like
to know myself inside
finally
finding comfort
to be free
by being
only
me.
After almost three years I'm deactivating my account here on DUP.
I thought about it a little bit and decided I wanted to leave this poem intact on it's winning page because I'm proud of the fact that I finally was able to get it out there, as difficult as it was for me. It's my truth for good or bad and once all my other work disappears with my deactivation, I felt this particular poem had rightfully earned it's forever spot.
Thanks to those I love and cherish, it's been an honor.
-Susan
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