{image by really cool collage artist Jordan Clark. Found Here. Check out his Flickr stream, and more of his work Here and Here.}
And you think these thoughts; if I could just this. Or, if I could only that. Fall in love. Win the lottery. Move to Italy. Whatever. But none of those things would really change it, you know? They’d just be the photo lady rolling up the backdrop of the red tulips and pulling down the one that’s blue with all the stars, but the photo’s still you. Still your put-on smile. Still your restless hands. Still your same head-shaped head. And when you’re done, you still have to get up and push through the glass door with the words on it, backwards from the inside, and walk out into the same dirty light. Put on your headphones. Hands creeping into dark pockets. Unpause the music. Figure out where to let your feet fall.
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Copyright © 2012 Shawnacy Kiker
How absolutely spot on. You present your train of thought as a perfectly complete observation of what the road means in real terms.
There is a bit of our old friend Ken Simm here, especially in the clipped sentences and the vivid visuals. Standing in good stead in a comparison with Mr. Simm is never a bad thing.
Incredible, from the first word to the last. And so true.
I wish I could my mond to adopt this line of thinking…it would make things so mughch easier. I mean, I believe in it lock stock and barrell….but the follow through is like threading eyeless needles. Great stuff.
So many people look outside themselves to find the road to happiness., but it lies within, as your poem so aptly states!
And when you’re done, you still have to get up and push through the glass door with the words on it, backwards from the inside, and walk out into the same dirty light. .. I love that!
OMG I so love this. “still your same head-shaped head.” This describes the situation perfectly. Love the rolling backdrops metaphor. Fantastic write! I love it.
This is fantastic. Especially love:
“And when you’re done, you still have to get up and push through the glass door with the words on it, backwards from the inside, and walk out into the same dirty light.”
Poignant, and powerful.
This writing pares down my cynicism to fit into my body, as I trudge out toward another day…
You’re so right. Wherever I go, I take myself with me. Well said!
K
I so enjoy the easy conversational style of your words and the unique content.
backwards from the inside… loved that! Really like John Jackson’s comment and K. Davies.
Just an awesome response to the prompt… you deep thinker you! I feel inadequate now
your work always leaves me breathless.
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loving you.
That picture haunts me – I’ve struggled under the weight those eye’s speak of – the “am I good enough?” that leaves me begging and thinking I am supposed to be other than I am.
When really, all I want is to be what I am, with my “same head-shaped head”. {love this line}.