Where have you hidden your fear?
—Wendy Videlock
Sometimes in yellowed pages,
sometimes in apple seeds,
beneath a flight of squeaky stairs,
inside abandoned shoes.
But also in the syllables
that never meet the air,
in broken cups,
and under leaves,
inside the writhing jazz.
And sometimes I forget to hide
my fear behind the dusty vase.
I leave it on the countertop
or in my shopping cart
where a child who does not know
that it is something to be feared
will pick it up and play with it
like a ball, like a doll,
like a shard of a fun house mirror.
Thanks, Rosemerry, marvelous intuition about different ways of perceiving a reality, and about what we can learn from the marvelous innocence of a child
Thank you, Rick 🙂
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Friday, May 22, 2015 at 9:54 AM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “It’s Possible”
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I like how you turn the hidden fear into something in plain sight. And those similes at the end, so much joy (though the edge of that “shard” brings back the fear, no?).
Exactly so oh and oh
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Friday, May 22, 2015 at 7:30 PM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “It’s Possible”
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So interesting to think about… I like the comparison about hiding fear. 🙂