I looked at you
With your short hair and black square glasses
An 80s band t-shirt tucked into slim waist, denim shorts that fell a tad below your knees
I could see the curved outline of your breast when you turned to look at me
Appreciatively
Like I was looking at you.
Hey, you said
The simple greeting caused my skin to pucker
While you moistened, then bit your full bottom lip
And readjusted your glasses with slender, honey colored fingers topped with dark purple nail polish
Hey, I said
Because that’s the best pick up line.
And so We started
Asking and answering
Feeling out yet avoiding the urge to touch
Softness against softness.
Then the hard truth came around the corner
Time to go, babe, he said
The sadness in your eyes
As my face fell in my hands and
My fear of the truth hardening
Until I turned to stone.
Immobilized
Stuck in the life carved out for me
Since birth
Since before birth
The expectations hewn into a 5 foot 4 inch alcove.
Then your touch on my hand, soft like the kiss of a butterfly
Strong like the arch of a rainbow
Pressing a paper against my calloused skin
I look at you and brave a smile.
This poem was inspired by Hélène’s “What do you see?” Picture Prompt Challenge and also by Christine E. Ray’s Pride Month Writing Prompt Challenge – Brave.
Hélène’s picture seemed despairing when I first looked at it. But then I noticed the rainbow shining on the broken statue and remembered reading Christine’s prompt, and this poem was born. Breaking through the stone barriers in our lives (whether externally or internally imposed – like racism, sexism, homophobia) takes a lot of bravery! And while I know there are people reading this blog that may be put off with the topic of my poem, I hope the universality of the theme, “Be true to yourself” resonates and finds an empathic home in their hearts.
©️ iido 2019
Wow…standing ovation here…i dont know where to start but let me begin by saying my ever grateful heart is dancing and celebrating…i am really happy and thankful you have shared to us this beautiful piece Irma..this is by far my favorite of all your poem..
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Oh wow! High praise! Means so much coming from you! ❤️ This poem required some bravery on my part to post. I am so glad it resonated with you!
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I am always amazed at the details you pick out in the pictures given as prompts. And what a beautiful verse…soft, tentative, hopeful, despairing…!! I agree with all that Mich has to say. You should be proud of this! ❤️❤️
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Thank you, Punam!! I’m always hesitant posting poems that can be controversial for fear of offending others but I’m glad I posted this one. ❤️
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Never ever hesitate, my dear! You have such a beautiful and sensitive soul and your poems are crafted with so much care…this is a rare gift. It is always a pleasure to read your words. ❤️❤️
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Your words are such a gift for my soul. ❤️❤️
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❤️❤️
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This is stunning, the beautiful and heart-quickening love in the first half of the poem and the despair at the confines of society and self in the second. Then the freedom and hope to end. Gorgeous.
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Thank you so much for your kind words here! I’m so glad all those emotions were evident in this piece and that it resonated with you. ❤️
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so sweet and tentative, like it lots!
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Thank you so much, Kate! Those first few moments of meeting are exactly that! I’m glad you caught that!
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yes we form such strong opinions on that very first meeting, when we really shouldn’t 🙂
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Yes, it does take a while to change first opinions!
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but character building when we do 🙂
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Yes – that is a good way to put it!
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So beautifully written Irma. Once again I sit here with a loss of words and tears. ❤🌹❤
Stunning!!!!!!!
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Oh Jen! Thank you so much for this comment! My heart is filled! ❤️❤️
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You’re welcome Irma ❤🌼🌹
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I do believe you captured the hope in the broken pieces of the image.
Well done.
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Thank you so much, Jules! I’m glad that came through!
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Refreshing view.
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Thank you for your comment!
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My pleasure
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Wow. I’ve missed visiting your blog and I’m so glad I found this poem today. So much life in so few words. An entire novel in this poem. Thank you for this story. It broke my heart but I loved the ending especially. Hope is a thing with feathers and honey-colored smiles. ♥.
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You’re so welcome! The bravest act is being yourself. ❤️
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So true. Sometimes so hard. ♥.
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So sweet and tender, I love that she braved a smile, a possibility to be free. Such perfect tone and movement in this. BRAVO!
(Also sets my lesbian brain whirring hehe ).
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Thank you so much, Lona! This is one of my favorites as it speaks a truth about me that I often find hard to express in my writing. ❤️
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It is so lovely and beautiful
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