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by Karla   Nov 11, 2012


A flower is not a flower.
It is an illusion floating toward the mirror,
flooding my astigmatic eyes with hyper-surrealism
as my timid mind travels in hope
to the unreachable shelves of my hours.

It has been silent for a long time
and I can only listen to the murmur
of my poems on the screen as if
they were trying to save me from
my immortal insignificance
every single day.

But they are tired of my blindness,
my complexes and paradoxes.
They know my poetic mind won't
resist much longer the tasteless duty
of being a poetess, a poet, whatever.

Poetry will never make the evening news.

A flower is not a flower,
a poem is not a poem
and I am neither a poet nor a poetess.

Karla Bardanza

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Poem #7
*Written for the Raven's "one a day" through November.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Chelsey

    WOWWW Karla this is such an intriguing piece, I had to read it a couple times so I could keep dwelling on it...You know what I liked best? Which is weird, but I liked your use of "whatever"....kind of uncommon in poetry because its almost slang, the way its used, and it kind of makes your statement more real, showing just a little bit of frustration...I enjoyed that!!

    I get what you are saying here, but I have to disagree with one thing..you ARE a poet/ poetess, whatever :P Youre an incredible writer, one I will forever admire.

    Loved this

  • 11 years ago

    by Lostlove1

    Unique as always your poetry stands out like a rose amongst dandelions. <3 you

  • 11 years ago

    by LostWords

    Goodness, you are a beautiful writer. 5/5

  • 11 years ago

    by frozen rose

    Wow. this poem is amazing. i love all of the detail, especally, "A flower is not a flower.
    It is an illusion floating toward the mirror" good job. :)

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