Make Believe

By PoppyS

Sun, 18 Jun 2017
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She stirs her coffee

anti clockwise

driven by the need

never to coincide with time.

This woman –

plating up a life

of half baked neurosis

catching the rain, through

a  slanted, slated roof

 convincing herself

that this is such a beautiful day.

Then kissing him pleasingly

as if he had died last night

she holds out her hands

retaining

the balance –

on this her submersed

womanly imagination.

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Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Good morning PoppyS,

Another finely written poem.

Not being a woman I have tried to read your thoughts on this poem. Are you making a statement of the humdrum life so many women have to endure?

Edward (hedgehog1)

 

Submitted by PoppyS on

Hi Edward

You are correct, I think many women (especially if they have a family) put their own life on hold, and somehow become lost within the relationship - it is easy to lose your own identity and let life just swallow you up.

I thank you for your comment and interest always nice to hear the otherside from the males perspective.

Pops ~xx~

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