Art by: Tinka Boukes
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So Vulnerable
I am secretly
So vulnerable
This woman of loneliness
I am
Like a restless intense little girl
With my dark hair and brown eyes
Who still make a strong “showing”
In my silent fight with mid - life
With perennial grace
I drape myself
In soft-fitting white satin
It feels liquid to my skin
The only caress I allow myself
And if you could hold me now
I think
I would shatter…
Into real sharp gleaming slivers
Even before…
You could fold me in your arms
And for a fleeting moment
When you look at me
Deep within my eyes
I will avert my eyes
Incase you read… the pain
Deep within
Copyright © 2006 Tinka Boukes
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RAge
Waves of hurt, waves of pain break on the shores of lonely words...vividly and sadly expressed in this excellent poem. And that drawing--my God, what duality of talent you possess!
(((((HUGS))))) and much love, Karla.
Reindeer
Bobbi
Carole
Paul;-)
Eileen^
Take care,
Sherry
Good one
love
Ian
Peace,
Carolyn
Felix
cowboy
absolutely fantastic sketch..........
bravo
pax A
You reach the heights of sheer emotional bliss
When you are vulnerable, you need to develope thick skin...fast !
Peter
My, what a powerfully expressed write of emotion; very well done! And that artwork! WOW!! You are a talent to be reckoned with! BRAVA, darlin', BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :(