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Nobody's Child

// February 16th, 1991 // No Comments » // Uncategorized

2-16-91
Snow storm 91

Nobody’s Child…

Lost like a memory of broken glass she walks in through the snow
drifts in the blistering cold. Into the warmth of an image that
is never there for her. A stranger turns icily towards her and
says words which make it clear that this house is no home for
her. Silent, always silent, she leaves the fireplace she made,
but isn’t hers. She looks back once to see the smoke from the
fireplace of comfort billow safely out of the chimney. Back into
the snowdrifts. Sturdily walking against the wind that bites
into her neck. Bites into her soul. A tear wells up inside her
but it never falls. It has been much too long for that. Silent,
always silent, she walks into the shadows once more, always
welcome there.
So secret. So little I want to say. It feels right, so right
that words could never appropriately describe the feeling. So I
am silent.

Nobody’s Child

// February 16th, 1991 // No Comments » // life the universe and everything

2-16-91
Snow storm 91

Nobody’s Child…

Lost like a memory of broken glass she walks in through the snow
drifts in the blistering cold. Into the warmth of an image that
is never there for her. A stranger turns icily towards her and
says words which make it clear that this house is no home for
her. Silent, always silent, she leaves the fireplace she made,
but isn’t hers. She looks back once to see the smoke from the
fireplace of comfort billow safely out of the chimney. Back into
the snowdrifts. Sturdily walking against the wind that bites
into her neck. Bites into her soul. A tear wells up inside her
but it never falls. It has been much too long for that. Silent,
always silent, she walks into the shadows once more, always
welcome there.
So secret. So little I want to say. It feels right, so right
that words could never appropriately describe the feeling. So I
am silent.

021691

// February 16th, 1991 // No Comments » // life the universe and everything

2-16-91

It is a story that begins like any other story, in a dream. The
eye for the hidden agenda. So alone. Such secrets I hold. Will
they ever come to surface. Crazy overcast days of emptiness.
Will I ever get hold of myself. I do so well and so pitifully. Manufacture the dream. Drowning the feeling. Like a syringe under the fingernails. I hear the mantras of the endless beckoning me to perpetuate this madness. Trudge. The line is only so thin. Thyme to slip the mesh at any moment.

Three Bracelettes (for Erich)

// February 16th, 1991 // No Comments » // life the universe and everything

Three bracelets

One of old silver covered copper. Tightly braided. Such secrets
woven into a mesh. Indistinguishable. Precise and stealthy.
Old so that marred copper shows through. Used and treasured.
Worn, taken off and forgotten for a thyme. Always to return once
again. Solid, deep through and through.

One of high-fashion “vintage” chrome. Only made to look old. A
silver bangle with flowers and leaves impressed onto it’s sur­
face. Beautiful to look at. Easy to wear. Hollow on the in­
side. held together by a small steel clip on the back so that no
one would notice. Sentiment.

One of copper wire. Fashioned in an impulse by a creative mind.
Three wires, twisted and braided and flamed. Knotted at the ends
to become one. The braid is loose and flowing. Shiny in some
places dull in others. Woven unevenly it is only precariously
but the bracelet clings to your wrist. Afraid to let go. Afraid
to leave. Sorrow.

Nobody’s Child

// February 16th, 1991 // No Comments » // life the universe and everything

2-16-91
Snow storm 91

Nobody’s Child…

Lost like a memory of broken glass she walks in through the snow
drifts in the blistering cold. Into the warmth of an image that
is never there for her. A stranger turns icily towards her and
says words which make it clear that this house is no home for
her. Silent, always silent, she leaves the fireplace she made,
but isn’t hers. She looks back once to see the smoke from the
fireplace of comfort billow safely out of the chimney. Back into
the snowdrifts. Sturdily walking against the wind that bites
into her neck. Bites into her soul. A tear wells up inside her
but it never falls. It has been much too long for that. Silent,
always silent, she walks into the shadows once more, always
welcome there.
So secret. So little I want to say. It feels right, so right
that words could never appropriately describe the feeling. So I
am silent.

021691

// February 16th, 1991 // No Comments » // life the universe and everything

2-16-91

It is a story that begins like any other story, in a dream. The
eye for the hidden agenda. So alone. Such secrets I hold. Will
they ever come to surface. Crazy overcast days of emptiness.
Will I ever get hold of myself. I do so well and so pitifully. Manufacture the dream. Drowning the feeling. Like a syringe under the fingernails. I hear the mantras of the endless beckoning me to perpetuate this madness. Trudge. The line is only so thin. Thyme to slip the mesh at any moment.

Three Bracelettes (for Erich)

// February 16th, 1991 // No Comments » // life the universe and everything

Three bracelets

One of old silver covered copper. Tightly braided. Such secrets
woven into a mesh. Indistinguishable. Precise and stealthy.
Old so that marred copper shows through. Used and treasured.
Worn, taken off and forgotten for a thyme. Always to return once
again. Solid, deep through and through.

One of high-fashion “vintage” chrome. Only made to look old. A
silver bangle with flowers and leaves impressed onto it’s sur­
face. Beautiful to look at. Easy to wear. Hollow on the in­
side. held together by a small steel clip on the back so that no
one would notice. Sentiment.

One of copper wire. Fashioned in an impulse by a creative mind.
Three wires, twisted and braided and flamed. Knotted at the ends
to become one. The braid is loose and flowing. Shiny in some
places dull in others. Woven unevenly it is only precariously
but the bracelet clings to your wrist. Afraid to let go. Afraid
to leave. Sorrow.