Wet Paint, Red Hands

by StoryWeaver13

Published December 31, 2012

In Poetry A.D.

I used to envy her,
before I realized
she was made
of plaster,
with spackle eyes
that glittered from
the sheen of drying paint
still running wet with half-
cupped tears
that have yet to fall
and stain her painted, porcelain face.
 
And her frame
always seemed so beautiful
until they tore down her
foundation, and exposed
the jagged wooden planks
of her ribcage, collapsing from
the weight of holding up
each precarious floor;
then we saw the maggots up
her sleeves, didn’t we?
 
Dead on arrival.
 
6:23, I think they said, when 9-
1-1  was at her door.
It’s a shame; she really was pretty,
the plaster girl with splitting walls
and cracking floors.
A fixer-upper, maybe.
 
I’m not sure
it’s worth looking
pretty in a coffin,
but with closed eyes,
she doesn’t tell them
not to shut that final door.  
The coffin closes, and no one knocks.
I guess no one wants to visit anymore.
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Macyblak
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Macyblak wrote a review Review · Jan 1, 2013

Really good piece of work; liked how you wrote about the same old topic (outer topic) with a really good twist. I liked the imagery and your poem has really good flow, but I think maybe that you should try to make it more simple. And maybe that's just me but I think a poem is allowed to shine more when the poem itself is complex and the writing simple.
If that didn't make sense- it's okay, I didn't totally get it either.
Anyway, keep writing.

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Hymar wrote a review Review · Dec 31, 2012

In a figurative sense, this poem seems like a jab at outward beauty and fancies. It ridicules the shiny outside whose inside are in the words of Jesus in the Matthew 23:27(NKJV) 'like whitewashed tombs which look beautiful on the outside but within are full of dead men's bones and everything unclean'. It is like you are trying to say' 'it is what is inside the package that counts'.
Good description and modestly vague in the sense that even if I can't really grasp some lines, the central theme is still not lost on me.

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toujoursinlove commented Comment · Dec 31, 2012

It's almost as if I can hear your voice. THe sarcastic,scornful tone brings it to life. I feel
the passion in your poem. I was enthralled by your description of the paint,the half-cupped tears,the jagged wooden planks. My favorite is the last stanza =) Your use of ambiguity is so developed that I lost interest in the third stanza,so perhaps you could hint a bit more on what exactly you mean by this woman. I initially thought it was about an impression of a woman that was entirely wrong,maybe intensified. What do you mean by fixer-upper? But I think it's beautiful.

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toujoursinlove commented Comment · Dec 31, 2012

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JohnLocke1 wrote a review Review · Dec 31, 2012

I find it so difficult to give feedback on poetry because I believe that all that should matter to a poet is what he or she thinks, however the start of new lines in the poem seems to be too random. I don't feel like they were meant to be put there. Besides that, you imagery and words are very beautiful and clear. I would search for more discriptive words to write with.



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