Dictionary Of Emotions by Karla Bardanza

When he took the meaning out of things,
she embraced the religion of sadness.
When he closed his dictionary of emotions,
she thought there was something wrong
with her body. Maybe she was getting fat
or something like that.
She used to search for her own imperfections
as he opened the morning paper silently almost
every day.

She blamed herself for the sudden changes.
One day she bent with the burden of his indifference.
-but it was just one day-
Then she got used to her white existence.
She imagined herself as tree that was pruned by a skilled gardener.
A beautiful tree that could have grown ninety feet tall or more on the
side of a mountain.
But somehow she was a just small domestic tree now.

She cried.
It was autumn again in her heart.

Tarna (79.16.279.248) -- Tuesday, March 2 2010, 06:28 pm

You say it......
..so well. I know this feeling so well. But I could add a stanza or two about a true skilled gardener who comes in with a careful hand trimming away the neglect allowing for a new growth. Adding the color to her autumn existance.

great write..

Annie Lennox (65.92.47.193) -- Wednesday, March 3 2010, 10:54 am

you still have the gift...
you still have the gift ... you will always have the gift - and it's a gift for me to be able to read it .... and sing it!

George Michael (187.42.60.115) -- Friday, March 12 2010, 02:30 pm

You still have...
my heart and soul and bra too!

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