NaPoWriMo 2012 – 30 Poems in 30 Days – Day 27
It’s Friday! Whoo hoo! What an amazing week it has been. I have read some amazing poetry and created some pieces I’m happy with as well. There are only a few more days left in the poetry challenge and what a ride! Again, I’m not sure where this post is going, but that is the joy of poetry. Let’s see where the lyrics take me today! Thanks for coming along on the journey. Your presence has been most appreciated!
Empty in the Middle
Rose scented soap
Day old fish grease
Curdled milk in a baby’s bottle
A shrunken pizza littered with dried up anchovies
Her reality revolved around scents
A sniff could reveal what the day would bring
Chanel #5 lingering in the air
Meant long nights alone
Reading til 4 am to escape the loneliness
Cigarette smoke signaled a day in her room
A man was there
Huge, hulking, hairy
Never any familiar eyes
Their backs were always big
Their hands were embedded with oil
Dirt and bodily fluids
Styrofoam containers filled with fried meat
Overflowing with southern sides
Mac and cheese
Chocolate cake and banana pudding
After the pounding
You need energy
The fat and sugar
Balanced out the pain
Once slim with well placed curves
She now was robust
A full woman indeed
But empty in the middle
In the center
Where it counted
She was empty
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Amazingly poignant with eye-catching imagery. You have done it again, my dear! Just beautiful!
Thanks Martha. Someone was speaking to me when I wrote this. I hope whoever she is, that one day she will be fulfilled and healed. Have a blessed weekend!
Wow, very visual! A journey to the hole in her middle.
My dear Tameka,
My heart cries out after reading this. You have perfectly described the day to day life of so many unfortunate women. It’s in the imagery too, with those haunted eyes…even they look empty. Very well penned. Thanks you for sharing.
Hi Pamela. Thanks! I love hearing that my pieces are visual. I’ve been working on that element in my writing lately. Cheers!
Yes, Andy. Unfortunately a lot of young women have been harmed and it affects them later in life. I hope my poem can be a call to action for others to notice the signs. Thanks dear!