Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Hunt and Peck





Cold water splashed
On the sleepy face
Fog laden
Star dusted corners of her eyes
Reaching for the tattered towel
Frayed edges
Hanging threads
Everything hanging by that thread
Dangling her morning earrings
To cover her impoverished room
From the steno pool girls
Fast typing fingers
Fast talking tongues
Borrowing hats and scarves
From the shop owner
Trading the privilege for
Feather repairs and lint removal
Covering up
Hiding her past
The shame of her poverty
With a grin and a wink
As she put on the act
Along with her make-up
Carries the strut
Easily as her coat
Hoping that no-one will notice
Accidental tears in her stockings
Not realizing that they all
Play the same game
Hiding only from themselves
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3 comments:

  1. AnonymousDecember 14, 2012 at 1:17 PM

    Everyone hides until they can't anymore, or are found, or find themselves.

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/

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    1. Denise Janikowski-KrewalDecember 14, 2012 at 3:18 PM

      Ah...as always, well said, Elizabeth! Thanks for finding this site!

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  2. AnonymousDecember 16, 2012 at 4:19 PM

    Had to retire on disability, but still doing my thing. Hope you come and check it out, Denise, would be good to hear from you,

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/

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