for Millie


Staying Still

Sometimes I want to make it stand still,
be still, play at dead, hold my breath in.
I think if I am silent, then it will all go away
I lay my head down, but there is a frown
deep in the indentation of a pillow I call mine.


I can be quiet, a mouse I can be
I can nibble on cheese, leave a mark or two
but it won't really matter, when we scatter
the leaves, wipe noses on sleeves, our
red roughened cheeks and the trails left.

I want to bury it, muffle it, smother it
if I can, a luxury afforded that I just can't pay.
Bend me, lever me to you, I need silence
and all I hear is noise, your noise
I'm so tired of being good girl playing dead.




Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2010-01-16 at 19:44

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Some times we need to sit down on a rock to think. Take some time out , become invisible. Then when our thinking is over. And shout out '' Hay , people I'm hear , remember me ! '' '' well I'm back , ready and very willing to kick some bottoms!''
Ken D Williams
2010-01-17



Playing dead, hiding our feelings, can be taxing and draining for sure. Your poems always have such interesting internal rhymes and half-rhymes (cheese, leaves, cheeks, etc.).
2010-01-16


NicholasG
Sometimes peace must be fought for.
xox Nick
2010-01-16