I'm looking fine as filament,
all arted and tarted in pearls.
A lady of linens and lunch
in the open air.
But under my Ray-Bans and charge card,
I'm just sticky cells clinging to bones
that knock at my skin
"beware, beware, beware -
decay is your calling."
A Sunday Whirl for Open Link Monday at Real Toads
29 comments:
One can never REALLY see what is BELOW the surface!
Great warning indeed...wise words sweet Mama Z!!
"...arted and tarted" is an incredible phrase.
What was in YOUR coffee this morning? ;)
Mortality--a scary scary thing, and we do a lot of ritualistic covering up to avoid thinking about it--still it has its ways of reminding us of the skull beneath the skin--excellent plunge into the cold water of reality, MZ.
Great one for the day, MZ, and a great way to start mine!
Pretty sure I've never read a better poem describing a particular type of woman. Mastery, here, MZ, mastery. And I love it even more because of its brevity.
Underneath we're never the same. Time marches on. Great words.
Ain't it the truth however much we try to hide from it. But I like how you say it.
Not true. When it comes right down to it, you're too cool n on'ry to let 'em get you.
We hide all this and more under our Ray-bans.
"all arted and tarted in pearls."
Love this piece. Thanks for playing.
brilliant, but I bet they'd be fun to lunchwith
I'm a big fan of sticky cells clinging to bones....but I do need to hurry before the decay starts and have my way..lol. Loved fine point hiding behing the Ray Bans...
it is the route we all will go....esp like that second stnza...the sticky cells....nice piece mz...
A lady of linens and lunch
in the open air.
Elegant!
I love the contrast of the images here, between "A lady of linens and lunch in the open air." and "decay is your calling."
arty-tarty en plein air
destined for decay - not quite the cheery end I was expecting here.
Arted and tarted..love that..decay finds us all..hopefully it doesn't turn into a melting face Brazil moment..stylish words..
... but we're not dead YET!
i love the way you use language, MZ ~ always unexpected combinations making phrases that are so much more than the sum of their parts.
"I'm looking fine as filament"
shouldn't make sense but portrays the perfect image for "a lady of linens"
and quite the contrast to the ending!
this is amazing!
♥
That's is a knock I'm trying hard to ignore!
Oy! Not you, Mama Zen - you're still a young 'un!
My favorite line:
arted and tarted in pearls.
I see your fav word, bones ~
What one can hide under their Ray Bans...I say dear chick you have lots more to delight the world with.
I just had a sort of out-of-body experience reading this. It's a little too real for me. Guess that means it's an excellent poem.
I can completely relate to this. I'm pretty sure I'm seeing lots of signs of decay in my mirror these days. :-)
hah, ray-bans brings up a very specific image for me. this is great.
Good one. We really are all the same, aren't we. Thanks for the reminder.
I was never one of the ladies who lunch, despite the best efforts of my great-aunts, but I can sure relate to the cells and the bones.
K
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