My Inspiritation

 

 

I wake, half drunk, where

those first sparrows warble

into early spring. My best friend

presses ice-cool water to my lips.

She hazes the room with blue smoke

and songs, her pink lips billow

some rumba, her hand is held in mine.

 

My head and mouth sparks

in  cruel splinters of hangover,

she nurses me once again

with the education a detention centre

alone can elicit. She matured young.

In the frivolity of makeover talk,

she once reflected:

 

But I have felt this age forever

She is serene as a slow drawn cider

befriends the world 

she hasn’t yet experienced,

bows  beneath its mass. We open

the curtains to the newly blinding sun

She discusses other people's

 

trivial pains, silent about her agony.

Until a cage of early morning silence

can guide her into sorrow,

perhaps I am allowed

to hold her hand but no one else,

More than just my best friend…

she is my inspiration.

 

Reviews

[Hedra Helix]

you're honest while loving and you let yourself be as transparent as you make her. I love poems like this one almost most, the truth of it, in it, is so current, there's no need for filler every thing said is pointed or smooth either way flavored and distinct. We can relate, easily, everyone knowing themselves and the things we think and the ways we are and perceive our friends in turn.

Its neat to have genuine reflection of how others are perceiving the relationships and intricacies of the love in their own lives.

[Donald Meikle]

you looked and she let you see

[Ken Simm.]

I really like this breaker of convention portayed in a non conventional manner. An excellent write that is one of my favourites of yours. You can hear the mixed feelings caught up in this.

[Gandré]

and she confronts you daily,
would not let you rest.
not a plague of life, you trust,
surrogate.
her shadows are at every step
like your very shade!
are you her, i repeatedly say.
as if you were the culprit:
you both run away from convention jail.

[Collodi]

A beautiful ode, Sel, to your hero. It is well-constructed and with this reconstruction we are able to view a person, not as idealized pillar of strength, but strength of character. Well done. I believe it's trivial - typo.