This far, right here
you think you know?
this be the bathwater
not the baby
peel off layers, you will get
nothing but a mess on the floor
this part, this heart
this tiny place, unknowable
mine, I keep it
Scrape the outside raw
you ain’t touching it, you couldn’t
not in a million tries
a million lies
no kryptonite here
no magic dagger to pierce
disconnected, unplugged, off
All you get
a glimpse, a peek, a hint
like a stream
but the water still flows where it will
Copyright 2013 by Dee Martin, reprinted by permission
About this Paris Poet Society Member, in her very own words:
My family and I transplanted to Paris nearly twenty years ago. Paris has given us friends, a quiet place to raise children and often small surprises like the Paris Poets Society - a great group of talented creative people that it has been my honor to get to know.
Six years ago my husband became ill and a friend helped me set up a blog so that I could update family and friends during his stays at the hospital. I still post personal journal entries there from time to time, but for the last few years I have posted short fiction pieces and poetry. Lately my muse has been on walkabout so I visit Tommy Stone on facebook and his beautiful photographs sing me a song and I write down the words.
You can visit me at http://www.delenemartin.com
Thank you Sydney for graciously sharing your blogging home!
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Thank you, Dee -- really needed that poem tonight, just love it! Sydney
Additional Note from Syd: I am dedicating most of my posts to Poetry this month. To see why read: February, Paris Poet Society Style
More such posts: Hands, Paris Poet Society Style
For the Love of Theater, Paris Poet Society Style
Homesick, Paris Poet Society Style