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Prismed Face: An Abstraction

*Please note: 
I'm not in the throes of sadness.  Just a write for another poetry site.
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My eyes are half closed for I fear to see
what worry and anxiety have made of me.
All day I've been twisted out of shape,
wincing at my disheveled appearance.
Life has taken a toll with its interference.

My mirrored face is a prism, a color spectrum,
reflections that indicate the paths I've traveled.
It's no wonder I look completely unraveled
and seem to be moving in opposite directions.

I'm an abstract work of art, hastily brushed
with my own hand when I'm feeling rushed.
Blue when sadness tears my world in two,
Cadmium yellow on days when I feel mellow.

When heated anger tints my soul, my cheeks
flush with shades of red and buff. It's been weeks
since I've felt bold enough to paint with oils.
Misfortune leaves me feeling like used tin foil.

I must pull myself back together and gather
my thoughts. Untwist the ropes that tether me.
Too many worries have crisscrossed my face
and spying eyes I've come to intensely despise.

The Scarf

Winter swirls on the morning mist  
Undulating clouds blowing west. 
Cobwebs clear with a forceful fist  
Winter swirls on the morning mist  
A snatch of red wool to untwist
Caught in an updraft on the crest 
Winter swirls on the morning mist
Undulating clouds blowing west

The glow of lights beckoning home
A snatch of red wool on the hook
Soggy from the day’s windy roam
The glow of lights beckoning home
Curled before the fire alone
Sweet calico purrs in the nook
The glow of lights beckoning home
A snatch of red wool on the hook

Rejection

"Painful"
"Unworthy"
You question why you exist

Loathing
Self-Pity
Its lies you cannot untwist

Empathy
And reason
They bid farewell

As love
And self-esteem
Also parallel

Negativity fills faster than adipose cells

Mademoiselle

Are you truly well?

No

It takes courage to say
To seek closure
To make way
For much needed composure

Then realisation sweeps in
That our rejection is from deep within

If we never love, if we never care
We cease to be human
We fail to be fair
To our infinite inner beauty
To our imperfect self found nowhere

Take care and repair
For rejection is not the end of thy flair

Acrylic

I take a step back and look at my canvas with inches of acrylic paint piled on as a result of trial and error.
Something is off. 
Are the tones mismatched?
Why is it unbalanced?
Do I no longer like the subject matter?
I bite at my nails, I bounce my leg, my eyes dart from corner to corner.
Did I do something wrong?
I inhale and fixate on my palette.
Charcoal Gray, Crimson Red, Canary Yellow.
Beautiful, but wrong to me.
My hands open and the colors drop to the floor.
I rummage through the additional shades and pull out the one that is identical to the canvas.
The canvas I haven’t seen in years. The canvas riddled with subjective mistakes. The canvas that endured a lifetime of experimentation.
I untwist the cap, dip the brush directly inside, and slather the canvas.
Though the acrylic grew thicker and the texture of my previous strokes remained,
I was starting new.

duplicity'd

.

for the astute uv historical
           remember
          who untwist
           mine twists
  who long for the thinks
             journey
           who follow
                not
              whom
         far behind my
              query's
              senses

               Mine 
             periodic
            deception

A Broken Heart

I am a broken heart 
By you I was shattered 
So I tried to take back my power 
By sharpening the shards 
But as time went on 
My pieces began healing 
From hard glass , to soft flesh 
Bound together and beating 
And I almost felt shamed 
By my lack of transformation 
By becoming hard , but then soft again 
While others become lethal 
But then I think again 
Which is better to have ? 
A heart broken , or a mind twisted ? 
"A heart broken ", I answer ,
"Because broken glass is easier to glue together 
Than a tangle of yarn is to untwist."
And while I'm a healing heart , love , you're stuck with your own mentality 
Unless you let God untwist the threads .
And that is a good reason to be soft . 
That is a reason to not be lethal .

Looks Like It's Just You and Me Babe

I turned around and there you were
My heart jumped up and yelled, it's her!!
Untwist now tongue she's walking by
Just maybe she will catch your eye
She did!! She even gave a wink
My gaze transfixed, don't dare to blink
For every moment I can get
Makes for ones not dreamed of yet

The Abandoned Garden

 
and in my dreamy dream I walk over a hill
where the high sun above is shining bright
and find an abandoned garden growing at will
with buds and blooms vibrant-  oh, what a sight

crocuses, roses, curious flowers unknown
a deep purple bursting-  a twining plait
and beside a blue pond I sit on a worn stone
all enclosed by a mossed wall with ornate gate

I linger there among yellow lilies sun kissed
in this garden so strange, so fair and sweet
but now-   I must from this dream untwist
as mist swirls and twirls starting at my feet

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October 04, 2022

Poetry/Quatrain/the abandoned garden
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1492-114-04
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France

Written for the Premiere contest, 2022 Poetry Marathon, Mile 17
sponsor, Mark Toney, Judged 10/26/2022

Submitted to the Standard contest, Your Choice 2022
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judge 12/24/2022

Tenth Place

An Appeal To a Simple Poem

To string three words together
And appeal to simple

Align my self with heavenly points of light
To cleanse my words of wrong intention 
Unscrew meaning, untwist perception
Incite delight

Remove pretentions built upon forms 
Neither desired nor pierced
But set in place pleasing combinations

And float you down a river in rapport

To join you no restrain 
Meeting minds on a word
In secret collaboration

This would be my hope
This seems to be my prayer
To a stack of words
And a piece of parchment

For I work not to make you work
But to give repose
In what you may already know
But did not say

Still

Still... 

To be still with myself. 
This i avoid. 
It's uncomfortable just yet, 
To be still with myself. 

Too many thoughts in my head, 
For me to untwist and untangle. 
Too many memories. 
I dont want to live over again. 
Too many heartaches unfed. 
Too many failures and mistakes, 
That can never be earsed. 

These i can not unbreak, 
And i do not face. 
Why be still and reflect on these pains? 
It doesnt make them change. 

Still is just not me. 
That i can not be. 
Busy I'll continue to be 
Until there is nothing left 
But still... 
Then i will be still. 

Lori L. Mack 
10/28/2015

Lost Dreams

I must find all my lost dreams and hold them,
        or live a caged bird; 
I must gather all that is lost-  each gem,
each big dream that over the years has blurred.
     Within they still exist,
oh now I am, as deep-   as an ocean;
    and dreams will untwist,
only then, can I fly high like a falcon.

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October 16, 2017

Poetry/Rhyme/Lost Dreams
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9500-56-0
All Rights Reserved.


Written for the contest, Rhyme Battle: IX
sponsor, Juli Michelle

Ninth Place

Rhyme pattern - ABABCDCD
Rhyming checked on Rhymer.com

Infinity Feat: Georgeluis

GeorgeLuis: Deep demons breaking my heart
But I'm still smiling, trying to play the part 
Time, time ticking in my head
Now life is like walking on a thread
Feeling alone, God send an angel instead 
Real purpose of smiling again? Is there new love waiting ahead?

My angel keeps me company
Her love is my astronomy
Knowing every little thing she would do for me
Like I'll die for you, you die for me
I know one day I'll die in your arms
My love is yours and your love is mine
And I hope for you this is not only rhymes
You begin to notice my feelings give energy
My love for you is now until infinity

Xavier: Hopes of something new
No lovers in my view
Though my options are plenty, I'd rather be with you
She doubts we can be serious
My heart keeps me curious
Let rumors hold me hostage, with drama there's no healing us
Tears flow down your cheeks
Your past has you weak
We can take off high speed, leave the baggage in the street
Have I convinced you enough?
Or am I running out of luck?
I'll untwist us from the wire, if we ever become stuck. So what's up?
Attempting to charm, I share thoughts deliberately
My love for her is now until infinity

Hello-Goodbye

The bad habits still exist,
The voices I hear still persist,

I try not to listen, I try to resist,
So I keep on hearing them but I never get the gist,

My mind and heart have been fighting, due for a tryst,
As I fight to untwist your clench on my wrist,

There is nothing much worse than being dismissed,
But you can't enter my heart, you're just not on the list,

You attempt to snag my hearts strings, reminding me of the first time we kissed,
each memory is futile, far from changing my mind just making me pissed,

Still you try to hold on, clinging, like a tick or a cyst,
And still never giving credit for the things I have risked,

You try to hide them but i see true intentions through mist,
You might think they will stop me, but all your words just sound hissed,

If you wanna fight this war go ahead, I refuse to enlist,
But I'll tell you goodbye one more time, I'm sure I'll be missed,

...And I'll throw deuces in the air cause my words are my fists.

In the Palm of Your Hands

As the winter slows down and the wind is not heavy

Your love holds me in the palm of your hands.



You shelter me from the storms and you keep me warm

in the palm of your hands.



When life takes my last breath,

you hold me in the palm of your hands.



Your love flows from rivers slow

you hold me in the palm of your hands.



You took my sin and let me live

in the palm of your hands.



Life can hurt and twist us all over the roads of life

but you untwist the pain inside,

you hold me in the palm of your hands.



My life is still not right,

so many days of inside fright,

but one thing I know,

you hold me in the palm of your hands.



Take me into your heart so true,

help me not to be so blue,

Jesus,please hold me in the palm of your hands.



Written by:©Betty Bolden

Not a Contemporary

pyramid outlines glazed against desert skyline
castles and teepees in recesses of her mind

daydreams and nightmares she couldn’t shake
through the modern world she tries to break

feeling out of whack
she struggles to look back

knowing her present does not seem contemporary
each incarnation is but temporary

only a famous hypnotherapist
finds a way her mind to untwist

“Many Lives, Many Masters”*
through time’s tunnel she falls faster

discovering what had once been blocked
now with the keys, past lives unlocked

her love for Native American art
born of memories carried not in her heart

but in her eternal soul
modern life just part of a whole

now she knows why she’s not contemporary
but feel no desire to be ordinary



*”Many Lives, Many Masters” was a best seller by Dr. Brian Weiss, 
who used hypnosis to uncover the past lives of a patient suffering 
from confusion and bad dreams. 

Entry for Joe’s “Contemporary” contest

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