Million

Not my best shot...just something that crossed my mind...about myself

 

 

I am the girl with a million faces

 

That shines in stardust and in rain

 

I am the actor of all papers

 

I am so different and yet the same

 

 

 

And as a spring I run in million drops

 

Of different shapes that shine so different in the sun

 

But yet they all belong to the same water

 

A pure spring that runs and never stops

 

 

 

Because I am the daughter of May

 

The restless drop of mercury that takes all shapes but always stays unshaped

 

You can’t cage me in four corners

 

That’s why I can’t remain in one and single place

 

 

 

But yet you put on me the blame of faking

 

Of putting life under the sign of art

 

You think I am a queen of drama

 

But that is only a face between many other masks

 

 

 

I do admit I’m always flying

 

Amongst worlds that are so strange and far for your blind eyes

 

What you can’t understand as follows

 

Is that to be with me one needs to learn to fly

 

 

 

I am like air that’s why I can’t be caught

 

Some days I blow into your face, sometimes I’m gently brought

 

But yet, against all that, I don’t forget

 

To love, to care, embrace, to give and get

 

 

 

You all blame me- your hate is solid

 

You envy me for my true colors

 

But you forget that I feel too

 

And that your words may bring me harm and bother

 

 

 

I am the girl with a million faces

 

That shines in stardust and in rain

 

Yet, perfect as I may seem, I have my weakness

 

For one mistake I suffer in a million ways.

 

 

Reviews

[Chris Zahar]

Reading the first two or three stanzas, the reader feels as if you have reached the zen of poetry. There is a very calm, natural, peaceful, ballet-like grace with your words, almost like a haiku:

"And as a spring I run in million drops
Of different shapes that shine so different in the sun"

Yet soon a little tension builds:

"But then you put on me the blame of faking"

And in the end there is really no happy ending; only something of a bitter-sweet, coming to terms with things:

"Yet perfect as I may seem, I have my weaknesses,
For one mistake I suffer in a million ways."

All in all, this poem is lengthy, slightly deformed, haiku style celebration of the beauty, yet fragility of humanity. That's how I see it, at least.

[Alexander W. Quinn]

I love the natural and elemental references in this piece; rain, springs, the air, mercury and even stardust. It's a great piece. Thank you for sharing it.

[Amor-de-angel]

What can I say that hasn't already been said? This was a pleausre to read. Lovely words

[Captain Blackheart (The..]

A million ways to suffer for a million faces......wow. This is a really great piece. Brilliant!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

A truly wonderful write, so introspective without being vain or self- absorbed. You show great talent and promise as a poet.

[E. M. Murren]

Another fine piece. You have a graceful pen. It flows lightly upon the page. You express a depth of emotion which cries out in words which flow like a river. Well done.

[None]

This is exquisite! You get deep and explore all ranges--the depths of your soul. I love so much about this, every word is a jewel. Your well crafted words:
"I am like air that's why I can't be caught Some days I blow into your face, sometimes I'm gently brought But yet, against all that, I don't forget To love, to care, embrace, to give and get"
Powerful and honest!