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(This poem grew out of two exercises. In one we had to write to the trigger phrase
"stirring the sky" and in the other we wrote to a black and white postcard of a woman
with a paper bag over her head.)
Stirring the Sky
Do you see me?
My square face hangs long.
The bags below my eyes
more shallow than plump.
Is there a word for emptiness,
for this feeling of disillusionment?
Lethargic, I wait with hands clasped,
my solitude nourished by the passing of stars.
If I wait long enough will you see me?
You are a cheater.
I see you.
I watch scarred
as another woman touches you,
leans into the centre of your proximity.
Her hips sway beneath your palm
shimmering flower patterns in your grasp.
Your bodies speak stories of casual kissing,
moonlight rendezvous.
In the corner of lovers abandoned, I stand,
stir the sky with questions but find no answers.
Do you see me?
~ Composed by Sita Carboni
Previously published in Quills Canadian Poetry Magazine
Spring 2005
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