Snow flakes and diamonds
The sharp heels
The perfume that smells of anxiety
The warm eiderdown
The sharp heels
The perfume that smells of anxiety
The warm eiderdown
Nothing asked, nothing told
God stabbed under her skin
Between acts of a play almost written
The dried paint on her lips
The ringing cash registers
She pretends to dress
As she hums the tune her mother sang her once
God stabbed under her skin
Between acts of a play almost written
The dried paint on her lips
The ringing cash registers
She pretends to dress
As she hums the tune her mother sang her once
And brushes the song off her shooulders
Lost at the cross-roads
Under snow flakes and diamonds
Lost at the cross-roads
Under snow flakes and diamonds
14 did the drill!:
Sad, tragic but true! Like the many evils of life!
This is beautiful..
:O
maaaaaaaind bloweeng!!!
sachi!
you're too good female!
beautiful..:)
Roxanne, you don't have to wear that dress tonight :'(
Hi,
This a friend of Karan's. Have read all your posts and have loved every single one that you've penned down on womanhood. Must say, you're a phenomenal writer. You have a way with words. esp, the way you've written 'the pink bedspread'. felt like you're directing a movie with instances of flashback at the exact moments. you have an innate and deft ability to switch between abstract and simple writing. At times you give it straight, like a slap on the face and at times you hide it amongst carefully sewn words.Even now, with this piece,you've carefully chosen words (like 'God stabbed under her skin') and have beautifully expressed the obvious without being harsh. I failed to understand a few of your poems but thats just daftness on my part. You are extremely capable :)
Cheers!
@rakesh
yeah. sad but is, for some of them, its a 'necessary' evil. Howmuchever you debate, it remains.
@swatantra
thanks! but isn't it supposed to be disturing and NOT beautiful?
@div
thanks donk-ey :D
@swayam
thanks!
long time girl..where've you been??
@niki
Roxanne, you don't have to wear that dress EVER??
@klaus
you make me feel like a theatre artist for whom the audience has stood and clapped :)
*bows in all humility*
and its not daftness on your part..there's this thing abour poems, you can NEVER interpret them wrong. So I'm sure whatever you understood, understood it right :)
*coughs*
*coughs some more*
for the post: bowled over woman. bowled over. So they weren't worng when they made you the chief editor back in school eh? Naaaice :)
Love
@sodom-ass
you got TB?
and hell yeah they were right in making me the chief editor cuz you on the other hand honey, continue to make mistakes :P
worng=wrong *pats self* :D
Thankoooos mote :D
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