I squeeze my skin
out of its shame
To paint my
reverent mask with pain
It cries with me
with those hollow eyes
Laughs in colours
of the distant stars
For it is tantalised
so much by the crystal night
That it makes
the dark its rustic shield
A Blind Bird 
“the crystal night…” beautiful poem, as always…
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Thank you! Your support means a lot, F.G.M (By what name do I call you? that’s not rude, right? Hehe -trying my best to avoid sounding like a creep) haha, oh dear… *awkward*
🙂
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My first name is Frédéric! 🙂
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Ah, alright then Frédéric it is! Thank you! 🙂
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and yours!?
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My name is Dimple, haha, it really is though. 🙂
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“Laughs in colours
of the distant stars” a stark but equally riveting contrast to a quote i once heard – “the earth laughs in flowers”
“squeeze my skin” – naaaiiice!
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Ah, now that you mention…i too have read that before – the earth laughs in flowers…what a wonderful expression
Thanks, Christy! 🙂
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“I squeeze my skin out of its shame” is such an exquisitely rich image…..raw and vivid. The poetry here strikes straight to the heart. Beautiful 🙂
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Thank you for the kind words, C.C. Your feedback and support means a lot. 🙂
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Felt so identified with this , loved it.
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Thank you! I’m glad you feel so. 🙂
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What powerful poem, so many gorgeous emotional images. As others have said ‘squeezing my skin out of its shame’ is wonderful, as is the ‘crystal night’ and laughing in colours. Did you make the mask?
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Aw, thank you! Your compliment means a lot. 🙂
I found that image somewhere and found it quite intriguing…so basically the picture inspired the poem. Although I wish I could paint like that…or at all. 🙂
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This is an incredibly strong and daring poem. Well done!
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Thanks for the compliment and the encouragement! 🙂
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