The Girl Who Gave Up Her Tear Ducts In '77~

~conceived while swinging those 7 hole oxbloods over a roof ages ago~

youngest of the ghetto tribe

violet hair

green,  smudged eyes

blues lips

predator, prey

catholic school punk on a stage

 

willow body on a stalk

mathematics

eaten raw

science shimmy

Kerouac highs

girls pop cherry lollipop lies

 

eleven years filled like truffles

bursting

straining emotive muscles

teacher preacher

boys with hands

gutter girl joins a band

 

smart so smart, a genius

grown men weep

inexperienced

girl who bites the bullet

grins

Gilmore dies, no one wins

 

gumdrop hustler, pop rock chick

pony tail up high

tongue  whip

Elvis throngs weeping

she gives good noun

shames them all to ruptured ground

 

'77  lavender blues

boots, small skirt

taking ever bruise

boys and girls give wide berth

girl from gutter

makes her own worth

 

 

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Author's Note

~written a while ago for a challenge~
he said~ take a year in your life that left an indelible impression and irrevocable striations on the psyche~ wrap it in a form poetic with historical subtleties inserted throughout~ so I took paper and pen out onto the roof~ still remember the dull thunks of my oxbloods hitting the crumbling bricks and feel the end of the pen between my teeth ~ thinking . . . . (sidenote: later today I'm posting a contest along the lines of this challenge that was given to me~just for fun~ oh~ and with a twist~ ;)~
thank you for reading ~Selene

Reviews

[emmajoy]

How come you're such a darned good poet, Selene .. 'catholic school punk on a stage'!!! Every time I read your latest offering I drown in my own envy!

This is nothing short of brilliance; words packed with pictures, meter banging its own drum .. you conjur up a honey with attitude and intention and I love it.

[Lachenille Papillion]

I remember this one. Love the last stanza best. Hugs

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Selene,

Another masterpiece if I may say in the least. There are only a few ways to tell someone they are great, and I am afraid I will start repeating myself. Not that there is somethign wrong with that.

Sometimes, we need to just take a step back...push all the stress out of our lives and just look at pure beauty. That is what your writing has become, a quick escape from the hard everyday grind...

Always,

Matthew

[Raven]

Skye Girl ... you have managed to present us with each emotion that this girl felt. And they each ran thru me just that fast ... leaving me with the feeling of exhilaration. I like that. A poem like this ought to manage just that within the reader.

[Brad]

there you go, always twisting.....
one could never meet you and read your work and know you. the girl in your writes explains to us, "your circle", what made you who you are...some of that journey is horrible for such a young soul to live through, some of it, what great experiences for molding you into the deep thinker with tongue in cheek you are today. i am always in awe of your stories...always




wow~i guess i CAN be nice sometimes.....*PLUNGE*

[David W Moore III]

Ahhh. My daily dose of Selene. Like a latte, my day wouldn't be the same starting without it.
Sometimes as I told you, I wish I had grown up in an earlier time. If I hadn't been then, the 70's still sound so much mire exciting than the 80's. We had valley girls and popped collered izod's but not quite the filled out culture of the 70's.
Loved the picture you painted of the ghetto tribe girl - fantastic.
She gives good noun - very nice.
And at the end a truism.
A nice Selene romp through the late 70's. And maybe even a touch of insight into who you really are?

[Ed Hart]

see, people, especially the people with it, think smart's an advantage of a good thing, a way to lead the band, and combined with certain 'style', why a girl acts like she's home free; but instead of that, those smarts, that attitude's a mind grenade, a rabbit hole to hell, that takes sixteen miracles, and maybe a host and a half of angels and maybe thirty years to finish that special kindergarten...don't you know

[C]

Smart, sharp and biting, just like you.

[Matthews Reggie]

awesome.... rhythmic... good use of words.... splendid...

[Robin]

flashing back to my own '77 ~ absorbing yours ~

[Hello, Goodbye]

This is poetry with a pulse. The words are alive with a vibrant essence that bewilder me to no end.. The imagery resonates in such a delightful manner that I feared its ultimate conclusion.. Splendid Artistic Artifact Here..