Anonymous
Karyn Indursky
Shaky hands hold a microphone
while a blues tune voice cuts
the tense audience with a butcher knife
tenderly until slicing vigorously at internal demons
demanding escape from her boggled mind
no longer forced into hovering secrets
beneath happy laughter and hollow smiles
from painted lips to help her mirage
look complete with her raisin eyes
dancing in freedom with her swaying hips
jiggling from her chain belt in harmony
while salsa hair wraps around bare shoulders
like a friend's encouraging hands
when ready to back away from
singing her soul.
Just lovely! I get real sense
Just lovely! I get real sense of being there watching! :) hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
hugs
hugs smoothie. i'm glad you enjoyed this piece. your friendship is wondrous and your poetry is breathtaking.