she's got needles in her bag
strings and arrows around her neck
maybe she wants to have her head cut off
a million cells from around the universe
gathered conspired collected together
to make a body for her
she's no body
would you look at her in a mirror ?
there's nobody...
a brain for her, too
with two lips for talking and blogging
two mute lips for real silence when she walks
early in the morning to the city of people
strong high-powered weak and sad she is, isn't she ?
a wise heart a witch a mystery a flower
all things will wither
let me drink her tears while I'm on my way
or kiss her nose for a teenage kick
nothing but a grey land around her
she said "the Wonderland is hidden from me"
so, where's the Rabbit ? it needs a new hat !
a heart for her, too
'cause she says she can talk to the Beast
the monster will dive into the Mercury Pond
and make for himself an immortal Soul
fingers for her, too
for switching the radio on
and a thumb for snapping
the rock'n'roll tempo !
memories of nowadays
no make up on my mind
no make up on her face
Sarah's meditation
1 comment:
wow, what a surprise... i had just seen that youd written a new post, but did i know i was to read something like this?
i cant say much because im plainly left speechless, this is the first poem ever written for me. the words you pick are wonderful, as always, so are all the allusions and metaphoras... but who is "the Beast"? i cant figure out really...
im really flattered, i still do not know what to say. ill leave it at those few words for now, i will write you a proper message soon.
ill be searching for the rabbits hat meanwhile....
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