Thursday, November 22, 2012

A Precautionary Tale

In a banal setting
At an inconvenient time,
Would beauty transcend?

Or would it struggle still
Trapped in an open wound
Festering in an unrealized dream

Would it rebuke, rebuff or remember
That silly, stately girl
A fateful glitch in perpetual resistance of perfection;
A lonely wretch never to melt under an honest kiss;
A sad sage never to shimmer under the glow of a real compliment

That silly, sodden girl
carrying her bundle of incongruities
Dancing with her platoon of personal ghosts
Trapped by her quest for the one
 
A man deep enough
A man shallow enough;
A man hard enough
A man soft enough;
A man high enough
A man low enough;
A man dark enough
A man light enough;
A man, man enough
A man, woman enough


That silly, forever sorry girl
Trading in her pumpkin carriage
For a putrid cage,
 a stable quadrant in a dizzy world

 
Could Beauty ever forgive such a betrayal?
See her settle for a man who wants her
Only so she can beat herself bloody
in the memory of the one she wanted
 

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