Tag: Character Sketches

A Mountain Made of Stone

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She's always chewed her cuticles,
Her fingernails, her fears --
She stays in, trapped within a cage
Made up of whims and years --

And now, a mountain made of stone
In front of her is rising;
She's lost touch with the earth inside,
The whole thing's not

Surprising

Elizabeth

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At just eighteen, her shoulders start to droop:
The drudgery of sub shop artistry’s
Been rubbing off some of her natural shine,
But hasn’t punctured all her buoyancy.

I look, and wonder, at her haunted eyes,
The father in me, I guess, coming out
In wanting to be kind to her, some way:
Some type of gentle affirmation. Sure
As night turns into day, time into time,
We gain connections we might make, or not,
And feelings, deep as any we might find,
O’er people barely known, and who don’t know
We’ve ever given them ten seconds thought.
Or even who may not connect with us,
And to whom we may be as furniture:
Mere objects they pass by, no more, no less.

Elizabeth’s her name (she wears a tag)
I cannot dawdle, for the line is long,
And sometimes all that we can really do
For anyone is not to make it worse.

I take my sandwich, pay my bill and go,
I may see her again, or maybe not.

But if good feelings could build paradise,
She would be on the beach, and not back here.
And I would not be with her, but I’d be
The owner of more kindness agency.

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context.

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the seeing and the seer:
they always make a pair.
the truths we know are ours alone,
for no one else is there

of mortal lineage to see
what our eyes may take in:
the seeing and the seer,
that's all that's ever

been

forthright

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duplicity takes strength of will;
a waste of strength, if you ask her,
she's open now for all to see,
no strategies to unmask her

are needed. forthright in her heart,
and in her actions, mind, and soul,
she'll face the day straightforwardly,
and know both what she can and can't

control

No.

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Girl: to learn and grow, she stretches,
  reaching for each feeling new;
  colors chosen, filled in sketches,
  who to be, now -- what to do?

Woman: young, but strong in purpose,
  meaning, and significance --
  no tolls paid for roads wide open,
  no subtractions for no

  difference

The Friend-Seeker

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SHE longed for friends, but had been burned,
 as sometimes girls in packs are cruel;
 she cautiously reached out again,
 connection, for her heart, was fuel

BUT love and friendship come with risk:
 the careless slights that still leave marks,
 and flashes of vindictiveness
 with flecks of her own blood among

 the sparks

A Friendly Cat

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He's always been a friendly cat, 
He's happy in his shrinking skin: 
For each new color in his day, 
Another miracle has been 

Awakened in his whirling mind. 
Each thought, a happy habitat -- 
He loves the world, the world loves him, 
For he's a

Friendly cat

The Enthusiast

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He jumps into a painting, 
He leaps into a book, 
He lets a play reshape his life 
Without a second look — 

The world of art transforms him, yet 
He stays unmoved, unfocused, 
Since people rarely leave a mark, 
Or even go 

Unnoticed