The Skin You Don’t
Know
By
Lisa A.Williams
Wear it gently-
feel its familiar
sheath-
Hold
the one it was born to,
in all its keloidal
ache
and
need.
Savor timeless
brine
trickling down
crimson faces
burnt by enduring
winds.
Wear it
until it molds to the
shape
of all
it must embrace.
One has to find a way to be comfortable in one's skin...somehow. That is the message I got from your poem, Lisa.
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Deletethe constancy of change and redefining yourself
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Deletethe more I read this, the more it seems to me a beautifully worded question, a meditation if you will. Greatly enjoyed its openness and its clear-sightedness.
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DeleteGreat poem - especially the last four lines.
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Deletethis says a lot about how much we don't really know about ourselves
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DeleteWow, Lisa. Very cool piece. Just perfect.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jennifer.
Delete"Keloidal ache and need"... amazing phrase. I relate to this as a 53-year old woman ever-learning to make peace with a body that serves well, yet ages. Your brevity shouts impact off the page.
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DeleteSuccinct and packed with meaning! Just how I like my poems!
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DeleteLisa, in a handful of words, you convey the importance of the largest organ in our bodies... our skin. The embrace is what it's all about, sister, and I loved this so much! Amy
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ReplyDeleteNicely captured!
ReplyDeleteThis is very thought-provoking. Sometimes we seem at odds with ourselves - this speaks of acceptance.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of my mother. She had the softest skin on her hands. Grandkids, and great grandkids, loved to snuggle up with her and run their own hands over hers. She always told them the softness was from the hand lotion she used every single day. I thought of her when I hit the line about embracing ones own skin, she did every single day.
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DeleteNeat and crisp one, Lisa. In just a few words, you've captured a lot! A riveting piece!! Loved this!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Panchali!
DeleteNice!
ReplyDeleteThe total experience of one's lifetime shows in the face. . . no matter how old one is.
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DeleteWhat a poignant write. I love these lines especially:
ReplyDeletefeel its familiar sheath-
Hold
the one it was born to,
in all its keloidal ache
and
need.
Some scars are hard to embrace, but their embrace is healing. Love the timeless brine, made me think of tears as the primordial soup.
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DeleteAbsolutely breathtaking. Really love this one.
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