Parapherna

the futility

of extrapolating a curve,

as crow flying

discards the shimmer

on its wings.

.

she sees

but never says,

for the world of patriarchy

defines the acceptable mind

and reveres a perfect waistline.

a fiefdom lacking freedom

in the unchecked pocket

of his heart.

for she is he

inside the flip side

of the mirror,

.

rivulets of glacial tears seared

on the scorched, jagged edges

of the mountain’s smoldering face.

her body is fallible,

her spirit knows no place.

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017

I struggle with the mindfulness of listening and speech. To listen between the words with compassion and stillness is the art of being. I am only at the point of learning to hold the brush.

Art: “Concealed Sorrows” by Helena Wierzbicki

14 thoughts on “Parapherna

        1. Yes. I start my day (with coffee first😉) that way. I write at 5 am every morning. I try to send out good energy or healing with each poem for me and everyone else. The poems write themselves from a deeper place. I never had any formal education around it. Some are good, some not so much. People land in the lines and find something, as I do in theirs. You are one of my favorites to read for similar reasons.

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          1. Oh how lovely to read of your routine … yes I expect your Italian heritage would make the morning coffee imperative! It seems like your writing is a very positive place to visit as the world wakes.
            Did you say “some” are good when referring to your poems? I’m sure many, such as I would like you to edit that word immediately 😍
            The last sentence is very, very kind sweet lady! Have a beautiful today 💕

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