A More Smooth Finish

[Psyche]

I am a fool, my extensions speak volumes
of milky white and keloid memories.
Internal cogs and wheels whisper to me
tell me I can make the most of you
and forget the least of myself.
The slivers, the throb-sobs,
unaware of their origin linger inside these eyes.
Eyes looking for some thought, more green in the grass
and twin stars in the cloak of night.
Upward gazing, I remember the time
when I believed that there was divinity.
I held the twisted rope of faith
and my clumsy child legs paddled air,
tried not to give up.
Those legs, did not have a shameful connection
to those (these) arms.
Ahhh....arms that
would not reach for scissors and socks,
and eyes again, that knew not of the blood inside.
Innocence.
Naivete.
Faded lambs of prayers and dissonant
hope.

[amuse]

first of all, without having yet looked at your poem, i have to say: what an intriguing title!!
well...moving on to advanced options so's i can quote

keloid memories.this is so finely subtle, it makes so say "wait, does she mean -?"
and further on, we see that you do:

forget the least of myself.
The slivers, the throb-sobsi like these lines:
more green in the grass

I held the twisted rope of faith
and my clumsy child legs paddled air,

Those legs, did not have a shameful connection
to those (these) arms.

Naivete.
Faded lambs of prayers...
i wish you posted more poems, but i shouldn't be piggy, because the ones you do are well worth the wait! this is both painful and elegant. you meld one's age and youth well.
i like it. :) :thumbs_up

...upon re-reading, i like the double entendre of the title...

[mono]

Beautiful as usual, darling. I always admire your aesthetic word usage and concrete analogies describing your emotions; additionally, the line-breaks appear in the most ideal places.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. ;)

[Helga]

This is great, starting with a statement saying 'I am a fool' and then following that through is very good and you do so in a simple and complicated way, if you understand that.....saying your looking for something better or what may be better is something I always love in poetry. Talking about childhood faith is good cause it's something everybody know, something about and everybody think about and you do so in a very sweet and true way

'Those legs, did not have a shameful connection'

This is my favourite line in the poem!


BEAUTIFUL !

I love it.

[Avalive]

Yea, it's beautiful.

ps, I am quite fond of Bjork too.

[Koa]

It leaves me confused as for meanings, but that's my way to read poetry, too hurried to understand immediately.
I love the words though, it feels so very well constructed! I love the 'milky white' for some reason, and towards the end it gets better and better:


Ahhh....arms that
would not reach for scissors and socks,
and eyes again, that knew not of the blood inside.
Innocence.
Naivete.
Faded lambs of prayers and dissonant
hope.

As i said thousands of time, I love references to concrete objects in poetry, so the scissors and socks gave me a big moment of pleasure...