She thinks she brings me
yesterdayskin,
scarred and burnished -
and, yes,
I need that part of her, too -
but it has fallen away.
She comes to me renewed,
blushed, eyes ringed with tears
and I hold her.
In a list
A contest entry
- Skin by Mari Goes.
700 points, ended April 9, 2008, 18 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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when i tell her she is beautiful, she says "i am glad you think so" as if she dosent know, as if the whole world is blind.
you brought just theright thoughts together with just the right words. excellent.
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This is beautiful--just beautiful. You know I love it. Congratulations on the silver, dearest Scott.
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Very sweet. I love how you express seeing her through your eyes, rather than seeing her the way she thinks you see her, damaged.
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Awe romantic and sweet yet seemingly sad, it is a very comforting and gentle poem.. About true love, and how it should be. Beautiful.
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I like this Scott
so much in so few...
and then some
Mal
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This is beautiful & gentle..a meaningful poem about relationships, love & life. Thanks so much for entering the contest.
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I was thinking of the shrub "yesterday, today and tomorrow" and the lovely multi-coloured flowers (pink, violet, white). Yesterday is indeed and old skin, especially when new love blooms - love does changes everything, doesn't it?
Lovely, succinct piece of writing... I liked the way the last line stands there.. "and I hold her"...that is all we ask of a lover, isnt' it. I liked this poem - lovely work, Scott.
Thank you for this entry.
~ Nicolette
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Short and sweet.
I could see two meanings here.
1 - Remorse can bring about it's own capitulation. And as important as remorse may be, so is some sign of the effect. So yes, he needed that too.
2 - No matter how the past has worked on that woman's skin, the man still wants all of her. New skin or not
Thanks Scott for this one
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I once had a philosophy who, in one of those rare moments when I was listening, explain that we shed our entire skin within X amount if days so in some respects we are a new person. Your poem reminded me of that, for one thing it is (as you mentioned) is a renewal. For whatever yesterday was, it's not today, not to the speaker anyway, of course these things are just a matter of perspective I suppose.
Whether it's guilt for a past she's not proud of or things she's said or done, it's an act of forgiveness, but hopefully understanding and acceptance as well. And hopefully it's an actual transgression that both recognize and not an act of contrition merely to keep the peace...something women have had to do far too much (at least from my experience. It could actually read that way, as satire, (or male chauvenism...sadly I've viewed it from that perspective more than once.)
Of course as disagreements go, first there is the hurt and anger, then reasoning, and that's how, in the end, I read your excellent poem.
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Yessssss...
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