When an announcement is made of who has received a prize
I can never say with certainty if they are deserving or if others are more deserving.
Perhaps it's one more way in which I fail to fully service poetry.
I go pull their books out, if I have them, and begin re-reading the poems I have put stars by.
Here is one from "Descending Figure".
The Mirror
Watching you in the mirror I wonder
what it is like to be so beautiful
and why you do not love
but cut yourself, shaving
like a blind man. I think you let me stare
so you can turn against yourself
with greater violence,
needing to show me how you scrape the flesh away
scornfully and without hesitation
until I see you correctly,
as a man bleeding, not
the reflection I desire.
Last edited by Bill Dyes; 10-11-2020 at 02:26 PM.
Reason: correcting a misspelling: in line 8 of the poem 'scape' to scrape'
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