Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

face

if you see my face some time
on another woman
when you have her in your arms and her smile pleases you,

if that face fits your bed,
your breast,
your dreams,

remember, she is a thief.
while i masquerade in the streets, wearing old leaves,
that woman has my face
and your love
because of it.

if you see me some time
walking in the autumn,
staring at a blue sky stranger in the surface of the canal,

i will be alone,
always,
without remedy,

in love with you, and your beauty, as evening comes
and you put your arm around the imposter,
under the pretty, lit globe of a light by the walk--

it will illuminate

what was rightfully mine,
but never had the simple grace
to find me.
__________ 

26 comments:

  1. There's a definite voodoo feel to this, or maybe the Twilight Zone. Who ever sees our real face? Not even ourselves, I think sometimes. Frightening to think we might not even still have it. Eerie and also a love poem extraordinaire. *pulls out solitary hair sprout*

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  2. really you?! hi, shay caroline!

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  3. Anybody who has ever loved can relate to this, Shay.

    I strained and strained, but I cannot make out the title of the book. What is it?

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  4. Yes that's me, and the book is Rhodi Hawk's "A Twisted Ladder" which just happened to be what I was reading on the day I went to the photographer's.

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  5. This is the sad, introspective Shay ... the Shay who is deserving of the real thing! Love the photo!

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  6. DIVINE, exquisite ending!!! {{{sigh}}} NO one, NO ONE can write love poetry the way you do!

    and LOVE the pic!!! you gorgeous girl, you!


    SP

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  7. "staring at a blue sky stranger in the surface of the canal," oh I do love this line especially! How often do we find ourselves looking at the stranger that is our own reflection...lost in self pity, anger, delusion, sorrow. Beautiful writing, as always.

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  8. Isnt all poetry introspective? this however goes well below the shallow surface .. love it

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  9. As one who does not take well to being supplanted by another woman - I am letting you know that I have adopted this poem as my anthem! It is just packed full of every bitter note of disappointed love, and the ties that bind beyond a break up.

    Love the picture of you! It is exactly what it says it is: the picture of an author.

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  10. PS. God I love how Emmylou works that silver hair! I wish I had the guts to let mine go that colour too. One day, one day....

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  11. Awesome write and beautiful you. xo

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  12. I so resonate with "what was rightfully mine but never had the simple grace to find me". Oh yes! Beautiful and sad. And I so love the photo of you, so bookish, a total author! Inside that head live the most incredible poems I have ever read!!!!!!!

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  13. true angst felt throughout, well done.

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  14. "while i masquerade in the streets, wearing old leaves," - oh, Shay, I loved that line. Love to see you :)

    And the labels are fabulous. Yes, people make their choices, but it doesn't make their choices right.

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  15. Dear Shay - This is just the most exquisite type of searing pain - knowing that the one you love is with someone, anyone else. I love how you tell this in what is presumably your own voice. Love the pic too, beautiful. Love, Mosk

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  16. Wow, this is like the best open link day ever.I get to see you in that cool picture and this is the message of all messages. You have a talent for the precise measure of an instance and a thought and a possibilty and a what was. You are like a surgeon cutting out the dead so the new can live. Great writing shay, and wonderful to see you peaking out form behind the book. Now...where has that Coal Black gone to?

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  17. What words of love lost and that he/she will see your face when they have moved on to someone else...a romantic haunting. I love it!! Love your photo too!!

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  18. As per your usual MO, flow and cadence make this piece. You know when to move and word and pop a line. You know when to jab and when to hook. You know. How do you know? Oh,look, you're an author!

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  19. Great picture, Shay... thank you for that... and the piece itself, well, I love your approach.

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  20. wow Shay, you blew me away with this one! It really does have a voodoo feel... It was spellbinding to read~
    You so need to write a book...
    Your insightful trance was I know I use this word, too often AMAZING!
    The cold, bitter pill of being replaced and left unseen!
    Thanks for sharing YOU @>-----

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  21. Wow, this is gorgeous and powerful, Shay. I especially love these sections:

    "that woman has my face
    and your love
    because of it"

    "staring at a blue sky stranger in the surface of the canal,
    i will be alone,
    always,
    without remedy"

    "it will illuminate
    what was rightfully mine,
    but never had the simple grace
    to find me"

    Fantastic writing, as always.

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  22. It does seem there is always so much pain and loss in some love in our life.....I love the unique way you captured that here Shay! :-)

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  23. The "blue sky stranger" line is fabulous! We never see our own faces, except in mirrors, where they're transposed. Even in photos, we're seeing what someone else saw through a lens.
    Enough philosophizing at this end, however.
    Wonderful poem, dear Shay.
    K

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  24. The ending absolutely kills. Just beautiful.

    And, your bangs look exactly like I wish mine did. Excuse while I go think unkind thoughts.

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  25. time for face-off? this isnt quite like you.your women are strong, they dont give a damn about the uncaring men and give back as good as they get.thats why this is unusual/but as always, nicely wrought and very moving.

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  26. This holds such energy, what a piece! I am immersed by the sheer power this holds :)

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