from the
let’s not talk about me
let’s talk about you
school of thought
she’s a grown-up who never learned
object permanence
with a focus on you
she plays peek-a-boo
with her tongue as she dresses you down
and turns a lazy eye away from introspection
never wondering why she can’t feel her life
and why her body is not her own
and why it matters that everyone like her
her skin is dry to flaking
but she sweeps the dust
under an empty bed
and never says a word
to her shrouded mirror
oh what a world
what a world
where nobody loves us the way
a mother should
©A. D. Joyce, 2014
A. D. Joyce 
Very nice! I like the way it turned out!
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Thanks, Deb! 🙂 Much love and gratitude for the “TD” Ladies Who Poem for workshopping it with me! ❤
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I’m very moved by this! Object permanence is difficult even with unconditional love, but God aside, where’s the hug that makes it whole? Learning to mother that self takes so much time.
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So true, all of it. Thanks and hugs to you. xox
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the control in this piece is outstanding, Adriene. this one touched deeply … too familiar
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Your words touch me, Sis. Much love to you. ❤
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you inspire me http://thelanguagewespeak.wordpress.com/2014/07/07/inspired-part-1-of-2/
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You are amazing. Thank you!
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you make it easy, sis.
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Fine poem – this works well! I’m waiting to read more from you, Adriene!
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Thanks so much, Diane. Our last discussion on art/craft versus reality helped me put this into perspective. xox
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“her skin is dry to flaking
but she sweeps the dust
under an empty bed
and never says a word
to her shrouded mirror”
Really like this stanza.
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Thanks so much, Rhi.
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WoW! Adriene, this is powerful stuff! You are an AMAZING artist with your words — I should not have stayed away so long! I am also acutely aware of how much this particular poem synchronizes with my current post. Very cool surprise! thank you for sharing!
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Hi, Linda! It’s always good to see you. xox Thanks so much. I’m intrigued about your post. I’ll head over there now.
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Love this one, Adriene. It feels like a song. I find myself first trying it out as a rap, and then a freestyle bluesy piece, and it works either way. Love how the lines work together.
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Much much thanks, Chris. This comment made my day.For me, sound and cadence are a very close second to meaning when I write.
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They are important to me too, even in prose. They are integral to the meaning of a piece. Always surprised when other writers say these things don’t matter to them.
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