Mag 161
Not to be Reproduced, 1937 by the Belgian surrealist René Magritte
Photo courtesy Tess Kinkaid, Magpie Taales
If I turn my back on you
I can pretend
You are not there
But because I cannot see you
Does not mean
I cannot feel
The hurt
The pain
The sticks and stones
That almost broke my bones
If I turn to face you and
Look into your eyes
The story that I'd see
Deeply buried in memory
Reminds me of
Worthless self
Not good enough
Desires and hopes
Undreamed dreams
Coming to haunt the other me
Barbara M Lake ©
Trinidad WI
March 2013
OMG it's gone all Romanian on me again! I swear this is a test!
ReplyDeletein English here, darling. lol
DeleteVery very moving, Bee, I somehow felt those words, deep deep and you know why?
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It is always in English it just wants to translate Romanian.
ReplyDeleteYour English is quite good. I like your poem. A Unique take among the submissions I have read. And heart felt.
Beautifully written, and quite moving...
ReplyDeleteEmotional and raw - thank you.
ReplyDeletetouching.
ReplyDeletePoignant and powerful poem.
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A heartfelt response to the prompt. It's quite true that turning away can't stop the hurt that is deep inside, but turning to face up to it is a different matter.
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