Why the Barmaid Won't Smile

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Why the Barmaid Won't Smile Why the Barmaid Won't Smile

Poem by: Nicola Jane

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Genre: Poetry

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Summary

Do we ever REALLY know somebody else?

Summary

Do we ever REALLY know somebody else?

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Submitted: November 09, 2006

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Submitted: November 09, 2006

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Ink bleeds from the tendrils of my words,

Like crimson from the lips of the 2.00 AM girls

Who won't leave the bar at closing;

I am in another place, wherever I am,

Strongly feeling the desire

To pick up my pen and write about all that is in and outside.

Outside is as inside feels,

But is further from me than the Asian man

Who clucks and disapproves from his chipper next door.

 

I feel like Frida, doomed to paint the woman's world,

While men can sit and discuss

The philosophies of a game gone sour;

Well, Cork lost the match,

We couldn't make three in a row;

It is only bad luck that comes in threes.

 

Last night, I wanted to explain myself to you,

For reasons only someone else

Who reads my unsent letters could:

You have no outlet that I know of,

And you are lonely,

But you are not alone.

I understand the need to keep your guts

From spilling on the floor,

Where everyone can see and judge them,

But I think we judge ourselves enough;

 

Who can point the finger of blame,

Who lives on his glass house atop a hill of scorn?

Why do you think that my supercilious thoughts

Are embalmed in superiority, when I only want to live in your world?

But, I am on the outside,

Looking in at myself;

Smoky tendrils of my thoughts escape my eyes,

Which look, to you,

Like the deadened eyes of a gets-it-all-bitch.


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