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Body of Glass

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Sometimes I feel trapped in this body of mine.
I look at photographs of myself
and don’t recognize the person I see.

Perhaps a symptom of astigmatism;
my eyes have no point of focus,
relying on circles of glass for clarity.

Nothing I see is ever unmediated,
visual perception filtered through a frame
growing thicker through the years.

I see myself reflected in a mirror,
refracted through a camera lense,
with the naked eye – undefined.

The edges of my identity blur:
always an image, evading an answer.
Is this who I really am?

Crystal Warren

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No Awakening & Foolish mermaid

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NO AWAKENING
I have dreamed dozens
of children into life

each month I mourn
the potential person lost

now I walk to work
past the rubbish bin

where a living baby
was left to die

it’s unheard cries
haunt my dreams

FOOLISH MERMAID
for the sake of a man
I forsake the safety of the sea

cut out my tongue
walk on glass

dance for your smiles
the words you will not say

slowly I fade away –
foam upon the shore

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Biography

Crystal Warren grew up in Port Elizabeth but now lives in Grahamstown where she works at the National English Literary Museum. She has edited New Coin poetry magazine and taught a creative writing course. In-between she manages to occasionally do some writing of her own.

Crystal Warren

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Biography

Crystal Warren grew up in Port Elizabeth but now lives in Grahamstown where she works at the National English Literary Museum. She has edited New Coin poetry magazine and taught a creative writing course. In-between she manages to occasionally do some writing of her own.

Body of Glass

Enlarge poem

Sometimes I feel trapped in this body of mine.
I look at photographs of myself
and don’t recognize the person I see.

Perhaps a symptom of astigmatism;
my eyes have no point of focus,
relying on circles of glass for clarity.

Nothing I see is ever unmediated,
visual perception filtered through a frame
growing thicker through the years.

I see myself reflected in a mirror,
refracted through a camera lense,
with the naked eye – undefined.

The edges of my identity blur:
always an image, evading an answer.
Is this who I really am?

Featured Poem:

No Awakening & Foolish mermaid

Enlarge poem

NO AWAKENING
I have dreamed dozens
of children into life

each month I mourn
the potential person lost

now I walk to work
past the rubbish bin

where a living baby
was left to die

it’s unheard cries
haunt my dreams

FOOLISH MERMAID
for the sake of a man
I forsake the safety of the sea

cut out my tongue
walk on glass

dance for your smiles
the words you will not say

slowly I fade away –
foam upon the shore

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (1)
  • Reflection (1)
  • Captivation (1)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (1)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (1)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Body of Glass

Enlarge poem

Sometimes I feel trapped in this body of mine.
I look at photographs of myself
and don’t recognize the person I see.

Perhaps a symptom of astigmatism;
my eyes have no point of focus,
relying on circles of glass for clarity.

Nothing I see is ever unmediated,
visual perception filtered through a frame
growing thicker through the years.

I see myself reflected in a mirror,
refracted through a camera lense,
with the naked eye – undefined.

The edges of my identity blur:
always an image, evading an answer.
Is this who I really am?

Comments

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