Somewhere in between
thick eyelashes and the second behind her eyes
something stops Amelia from leaving
It is not lack of a confidence mask
not her camouflaged smile
nor the keys
It is that mirror that keeps staring at her
showing the sadness she shares life with
frustration of waking up with just a memory
guilt of ending it all (if only)
Only the mirror knows
the naked reflection and the crimson lipstick
Outside she wears dressy hair and savvy shades
Not today, Amelia thought
Today I want to cry frozen tears
remove the night shades
show those feelings
my pale lips
the scars
The reflection drags her back
pulls her spirit
fades her chance …
_____Adriana Citlali
I-III-MMXIV
Today I am exploring Amelia as a character after the prompt at MeetingTheBar: Character Matters | dVerse.
oo nice…you hint at more to the story as well…
i feel her most there in the end…her desire to wear the feelings let them be shown, let them be real
for a moment…cool piece.
Thanks Brian! I guess you got enough internet signal to read some of the contributions to your prompt. Thanks for stopping by. I truly appreciate it!
And yes, although my Amelia was born just a couple of days ago with a cold (http://whenspaceissilence.wordpress.com/2014/02/26/down-with-a-cold/) she is now getting ready to be fully alive.
nice character development…and now I see from your comments she’s taking on a life of her own! Good luck to her and you….
I do not know much about her future, but I think she will be with me and my poetry for a while. Thanks for the good wishes and the nice comment.
my pleasure 🙂
I will never look at a beautyful woman the same way.. How much is behind that facade of perfection..
Ooops! I hope I did not destroy your future experiences … Sometimes there is more facade than others. 🙂
sometimes there’s such a big gap between of how we look and how we really feel…and it’s not easy to show that true face… you def. made me feel her
Thank you, Claudia. It is encouraging to read your feedback. Provoking feelings in others makes the character more real.
Wonderful writing! You paint a sad truth. Very nicely done!
Thank you for your comment, Charles. I appreciate it very much.
this definitely strikes a nerve for me. it’s easy to walk about with a mask facing the world, but when face with your own reflection you can’t help but see past the facade. beautifully written.
Everything is neat and well on the surface, but oh, what lurks underneath… something we all feel, something we all suspect about others, very beautifully rendered here.
all kinds of journeys behind composed faces
great poem
This is so well done. Can’t wait to get to know her better. The facade reminded me of my Grandma telling me so often that ladies don’t go out without ‘their face on’ and it took me years to understand what she meant!