Dead girls don’t have wishes.
They don’t dream like other girls.
They sit at home, and watch the news;
they talk with speechless familiars.
Watch as the jaded line up for coffee
each morning, eyes downcast
searching the dusky corners for
direction; finding no one.
Didn’t you wish you could
be dead like them? Slender and
translucent, unsmiling,
unbending to the music:
curled in shadows like spiders,
and weeping for every woe in the world.
Watch as the fading-fast tuck strength away
in silver knots, droplet by droplet,
their prayers lost as spoken:
cast down unknown wells.
Didn’t you ever wander to the bluffs
to look out on the ocean with new eyes? To
drown indifference with ineffable moonlight,
and draw night into your lungs with a long, low stream…
Dead girls don’t swim either.
They float on hot air and sweat clouds.
Watch as the awkward learn to walk
around broken; to stand split apart in the sun.
© 2008 Jade Leone Blackwater
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Thanks to Anita Marie Moscoso for generously inviting (and encouraging) me to share at Anita’s Owl Creek Bridge. I welcome constructive feedback on my writing any time. To learn more about my work, or to contact me via email, please visit me at Brainripples.
You should write a poem about dead boys too. 🙂
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This really touched me – tis very strong.
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Dead in Spirit
Dead in mind
Dead Bodies.
I’m not sure which is worse.
Wonderful work Jade, and thank you so much for adding a new shadow here at the Bridge
Anita Marie
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This is a powerful, dark piece Jade. Death has taught me to look at things with new eyes. It is the altered way of seeing that is most important.
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Well-crafted and intense. I look forward to reading more of your work.
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Amazing imagery. I love it.
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I agree, intense, powerful and beautifully crafted, like a flute whittled out of bone. You are an awesome talent, Jade.
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Agree, very well done.
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Thank you all for your generous compliments and feedback. And Anita, thanks for letting me share with your wonderful audience.
Jade
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This is one powerful poem. The image, too.
Vi
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This is a very ppowerful poem. I have read a number of times and each time I see something I missed before. Your images are very strong and striking, and I love the way you arrange the stnzas into 2 lines each…adds to the strength and impact of the whole poem. It spoke to me.
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Dark and devastating, dreamy and ethereal, quite intriguing…
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Thank you for sharing this piece. The final lines are so powerful and intense. I enjoyed reading it many times.
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