Poetry / Tiki Mask (Holding On to Her Face)
I wear her face
in my wallet everyday
In my being.
memory has too many faces to be had.
why weep at a ghost
when a ghost is not.
She was gorgeous once.
She is still.
her smile
her frown
her silly
her crazy.
It was all there.
And I will hold as many faces
as I can.
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I love the last line of this. Very powerful! In fact, I like the whole thing except the first line. I’m not sure if the poem actually explores “wearing her face”, which connotates kind of being “her”.
It is still a very powerful and good line! It could be just me, so don’t change it without careful thought as to why you used it, etc.
However, the rest entirely resonated with me! You’re young, and might be thinking of a lost love, but I related it to my grandmother, whom I just lost a few months ago, and who was like my best friend. I keep her picture over my computer, etc. We were almost like sisters in some ways.
I love this:
why weep at a ghost
when a ghost is not.
She was gorgeous once.
She is still.
I liked the rhythm and word choices in this too.
I actually loved it all to the very end. The last line has so many subtle shades of meaning that I am still pondering, but it does make me think to hold on to and remember as much as you can of the ones you love. And that people are important. Stop, and take the time to digest and appreciate each one.
I was completely inspired by this. Hope to read more!
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