weepidy weep

weepidy weep

A Poem by Safrina

I think it's quite normal to stroke
the hands of the weeping ladies. Because we live in  world
where laughter is a hat. I have not been writing,
I have been stroking the hand's of other women and she
shrieks. I have spoke to Franz Kafka and he knows i am
pregnant- each single leaf turning silver. He tells me
there are no weeping women in this room,
that the piano is a lung, the dog's dinner
is my dad's love sick heart. I do not find it odd,
nor is love is knitted sleeve. I find it odd
I stroke a lady's weeping hand, talk and talk
of my inner feminist. That I do not find odd.
I tell my daughter of gypsy rapists, of, how
one man's lovesick heart
is not my dad's arm.

© 2011 Safrina

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"I tell my daughter of gypsy rapists, of, how
one man's lovesick heart
is not my dad's arm."

i don't think i have ever read a better line on here, im sure maybe i have or close, but this is up there, and that is 3 years of me putting it around. nice to see you getting good read numbers, you deserve etc.

Posted 7 Years Ago

Van Gogh was fond of painting the peasants' hands...I love that you are so intimate w/ your imagery. You have an astounding knack for painting the personal w/ the transcendental..if it didn't flow so incredibly smoothly, you'd almost guess it was mathematical.
You've made my poetry so much better just reading and knowing you

Posted 7 Years Ago

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Added on February 4, 2011
Last Updated on February 4, 2011



Birmingham, United Kingdom

kisses on the neck and writing rules my life and determinsim is a b***h but me and her made a deal so it's all good now. in fact, shes doing a lot of great things for me. Take down the lo.. more..

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