Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Faded Blouse
We take the blouse
(Forbidden by mothers
Unknown by fathers)
From out our school backpacks
Hurriedly
Tucking our slimness,
Or the semblance of slimness
Into the new shell
Over naïve shoulders
Behind the large shade
of the neglected tree
In case someone’s looking
Knowing that everyone’s looking
Hoping for someone to notice
Which is different than looking.
This hunger evolves into
The secret tattoo,
placed
Off-center, upon the upper arm
Back shoulder, above the ankle
Only to find out after
We have been well-fed
There still resides the wish
For the blouse to remain forbidden,
And the secret tattoo
Kept from fading
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Thank you!
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What more can I say then this is beautifully written – you have so much talent!
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Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.
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Yes, there is sadness in this. I owe you a happy one, my friend.
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Lovely and full of truth. A little sad. I love this.
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A beautiful word-vignette, Elan. The photo’s perfect.
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At 60, your words provoke memories wrapped in a cotton hankie and put in a long-ago keepsake box.
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Adolescent angst at its best – well written
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Confusion of being looked upon or want to be looked upon
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Thought provoking and beautiful.
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🙂
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Yes indeed.
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Very sensual. Thank you for liking my post!
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hey you’re a water witch but then you probably already know this! I am too… *w*
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What a great question. I think it depends on who you are and what you portray. I think some are good about keeping secrets, and some are good about staying out of the limelight. What do you think?
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It’s beautifully written. The beauty of being young and naive is the immense pleasure in doing what is forbidden. This vividly captures those feelings.
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We live in a time where it’s hard to keep a secret, true or false.
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thanks Joan. I think a lot of us have been the person no one looks at.
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*sighs* just beautiful…
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There is definitely something to be said about the forbidden. If nothing was forbidden, and there certainly seems to be a lot less than there used to be, I can not imagine what would or will happen to society. Your poetry always makes me think! 🙂
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In case someone’s looking
Knowing that everyone’s looking
Hoping for someone to notice
Which is different than looking.
I love these lines, Elan. They totally sum up my high school years. Of course, no one was really looking. And the only one who noticed was my gross biology lab partner, who I’d have never gone out with anyway. 🙂
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I like writing 🙂
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Reblogged this on chithankalai.
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Beautifully written.
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Something mesmerising, inexplicably forcing the mind to reside on the intricate simplicity of one thought: the certainty of being away from fading.
Well written and captivating.
Thank you.
Moshe
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Beautiful photo and writing.
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