"There is a human wildness held beneath the skin”
Las Vegas ~ photography by Helen
Vanity is her name
perhaps you know her
she seems sweet, innocent
perhaps you know her
folks are attracted
like bees to a flower
she buries the
'crazy wild' deep inside
watch as she adds
layer after layer of illusion / delusion
~ in a futile attempt to
cover the framework
the scaffolding holding
her together.
Dearest Helen,
ReplyDeleteSome people can really turn out to be 'only' delusional...
Hugs,
Mariette
That delusions added is way too common, maybe we don't know who we truly are.
ReplyDeleteAh yes before we wore the mask we all wore the mask😊
ReplyDeleteMuch love...
Very interesting view!
ReplyDeletePerhaps, we don’t really know all facets of her persona. Only what she wishes us to know, the rest is hidden under her skin.
ReplyDeleteThe metaphoric allusion...or illusion...and what she shows...is the scaffold... a sadness within me reading the last lines....your poem gives rise to much, many thoughts, what she shows, how she is misunderstood...
ReplyDeleteAn interesting character to paint here Helen. That layer of illusion will shatter one day. Great photo too!
ReplyDeleteHelen- I love all the layers to this poem, and fabulous image!
ReplyDeletedeep layers that resonate, love the analogy of the scaffold ... do we ever really know ourselves let alone others well?
ReplyDelete'watch as she adds/
ReplyDeletelayer after layer of delusion' - who knows what is buried underneath? Great response to the quote.
It sounds as though she is empty on the inside! Great write, Helen!
ReplyDeleteI love this response to the prompt. Works beautifully!
ReplyDeleteI missed thiw one earlier. It's a gem. How fragile are the scaffolds some of us carry!
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