Inheritance

Bed hair, more Yahoo Serious than Medusa,

looks back at me from the bathroom mirror

Normal for this hour,

spiked with not-so-normal dreams

It can wait till the coffee grounds

switch the light on inside my head

 

The long filament of my neck

coils out from the pock-marked glass

The remembrance of frozen cream,

petrified on the top of the milk cans

on the icy doorsteps of childhood

 

Inside me a feel a giggle rising

I want to run to the sandbox and play –

after another caffeine hit

after I knead the sinews in my shoulders

and stretch them out again

They used to snap in and out

like day old chewing gum

 

 

Gummy-eyed in front of the glass

I run my finger along my jaw and under my chin

It feels like junket

But I see it’s composed of steel,

set and determined

I am a strong-willed youth

 

I want to backpack across Europe,

guitar slung across my right shoulder

Don’t mess with me -

you’ll see what eighties girls are really made of

When I’ve taken my pills

I’ll put on my sneakers and hike the backroads

 

Frisking the bedside table,

sliding my fingers along the kitchen benches

I locate my glasses, put them on,

look again in the bathroom mirror

seeing my true inheritance

 

I am an old woman

Lined

Be-jellied

Wobbling under the weight of morning

For a moment I am sad

Defeated

Till I remember there are other things I’ve inherited,

more important things,

things that last,

growing stronger with the years

And I stride from the house

a warrior again

to meet the day head-on


Comments:
 
lauralee   lauralee wrote
on 11/28/2009 1:05:23 PM
I love the woman warrior versus the girl who would have been just another traveler backpacking across Europe! Awsome!

Brandon_the_Decaying_Ocean   Brandon_the_Decaying_Ocean wrote
on 7/29/2009 9:17:45 PM
i thought this piece to be very personal and very .. ordinary in everyones lifes its just great how you describe things with great detail.

StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 2/22/2009 4:03:49 PM
I liked your honesty about yourself here. To see the good and the bad and to do it with total honesty. And you show that you are much more than what people see on the outside.

penname   penname wrote
on 2/19/2009 9:04:56 PM
it reminds me of sylvia plath's poetry minus the morbid. This is really awesome. At first the concoction of yahoo and medusa, threw me for a looop de loop. But wow it was a fast and furious ride through this really really cool poem. It is truly creative and has your own style infused. Unique and truly a great poem. I loved it!

Sojourner   Sojourner wrote
on 2/15/2009 12:16:27 AM
Awesome poem, beautiful description, great message. I love it.

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Synopsis
My thoughts on aging. I have a feeling all my punctuation is wrong in these verses. If anyone has any suggestions for improvement, I'd love to hear them.
Published Date
2/10/2009 12:00:00 AM
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