Sunday, June 26, 2011

Incarcerated

When my hair swings just right around my shoulders
and my jeans love my curves,
I forget I’m damaged
until
the curious stare of a stranger
puts me back 
behind scars.


A Sunday 160 for Monkey Man

32 comments:

Brian Miller said...

behind scars...nice turn of a phrase...and thankful for parole from them...

Fireblossom said...

Man, do I understand this one.

Me said...

Achingly perfect...
-C

Tara R. said...

'behind scars' ... that cuts to the heart of it. Beautifully painful.

ayala said...

Intense and fragile. I love this one !

California Girl said...

nice imagery Mama Zen

Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

Scars become character after awhile... damage becomes its own beauty.

Monkey Man said...

Killer final line. Thanks for playing along with the Sunday 160.

ladyfi said...

Brilliant piece of writing.

ab said...

Don't we all live for those moments when we're able to transcend the common perception? Unfortunately, those moments are usually brief. Great writing MZ!

Akelamalu said...

Succinct and full of depth - I love it Mama Zen.

Akelamalu said...

Succinct and full of depth - I love it Mama Zen.

Olivia said...

Fork their eyes out with your stare back at them! Wonderful play...

hugs xox

Lynn said...

Behind scars. Sad.

TechnoBabe said...

Well, dang. It would be and excellent thing to get past the place that other people bring you down, silently or verbally.

Ponti said...

Love this one, it really paints in a big picture in just a few small words, my favourite kind of poetry

Martha Z said...

Powerful writing

Denise said...

That just about says it all.

SandyCarlson said...

This is wonderful. Real. My jeans have never loved my curves, but I get what you are saying--and I have known those strangers' eyes. Well done. Wow.

happygirl said...

Thanks for sharing the prose of those who wish for time without the staring of those baring themselves in the community bathroom of the Big House.

hedgewitch said...

Hard-hitting and real, MZ. Excellent writing in such a small space on a complex subject.

Rajesh said...

oh! this is wonderful.

Kel said...

nice to have you visit my blog
sounded like a resounding yes to
sick of squashing into small
wanna paint big : live large

your prose in this post is quite stunning, you certainly have a way with words

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

Really good. You pack a strong message into very few words.

Alice Audrey said...

So sad. Fantastic last line.

macdougalstreetbaby said...

I'm with Fireblossom.

Shell said...

Ignore the strangers!

lisa said...

This is beautiful!

Pat Tillett said...

I get it and I've felt it. I really like it when I read something written by somebody else that causes me a little pang of hurt, from a memory. This is one of those somethings...

Jeanne said...

The strength of a look to put us back behind whatever it is that makes us feel unwhole...I love the specificity of the language in this and how when read it applies to almost any kind of scar.

Louvregirl said...

Beautifully written.

Victoria said...

I just can't stop reading your work. Got to go fix supper. This one may be my favorite, even without knowing the story. I love the movement from the concrete comforts of right hair and jeans that fit curves just right to the brilliant "behind scars". Of course I get the pain as well as the beauty.