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Look Away Please



Sarah Joncas



When woods are pink and birds court me with tokens red
When gold is boredom’s song and finest robes feel rough
My strings faint mute in search of muse’s scent of life
My name is called by sunlit streets to dance at dawn
Yet forests deep with webs as bars cripple my chance
BUT
My life really has no meter
No rhyme
No steady beat
My verse is crime
I cry on my guitar that gently sleeps
I pray for morning’s chance to breathe
I want to sing my song
I beg freedom
But weep
I’ve lost
Surrendered hope
I’m hid like a trophy
For all to see from distant lands
I’ve lost myself in wedding vows of lust
In woods of pink where birds court me with tokens red
I’m breathing dead
My faith is dust
I’m a silent slave to snare your soul
Look beyond my beauty cold
It’s not really there
I’m sold
And painted for old men
To see
Beware
And pray bold
I swear
Until my song is sung outside a screen
I’m real
Look away
Please
Let me escape
And shop at Wal-Mart for my eggs
Please don’t make me show my legs
Look away
Please
Look away
Help me escape
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30 thoughts on “Look Away Please

  1. look who it is…my life is def not in meter…my verse is a crime…great line…i will slip a file in your cake if it helps…smiles. nice write man…glad you found us…

  2. Good to see you Henry. This poem seems to a geisha, in modern guise, confined and privileged, appearances deceptive, and a lot of elusive allusions and illusions going on. I like the repetition, and the structure for some reason just seems to repeat something in the picture that I can't quite define. esp like "I'm sold / and painted for old men to see…" and the play on the Harrison song.

  3. ..very sentimental piece… you’ve said more than what your mouth’s capacity to throw… for you speak none of your tongues but more of your heart here… well done… and the image reminds me of a cast in a film i watched many years ago.. though still thinking of the title of the film..

  4. amazing to read and visualize…the format has me curious. It was heart-wrenching to hear her thoughts, her anguish. I loved the internal rhyming and I felt this line in my gut for some reason: In woods of pink where birds court me with tokens red

  5. She looked forlorn and melancholic with a tinge of evil eyes. But she is desperately asking to be rescued.Brilliant poetry!And the recording is a prelude to a chart-topper? Try it out! It's cool. You can be a pop idol!Hank

  6. Henry, this is amazingly sad…and you already know how I love your singing! I was wondering where you may have gotten to! Your comment on my blog sent my heart into palpitations…so it is with great relief that I read the comments above as well. I am so incredibly happy you joined us and hope you will again…now you know where I've been hanging. 🙂 And you do know you have to keep that tree…right!?

  7. Welcome back…. nice to see you~This is a sad and haunting poem of a lady who is captive… the words Look Away Please is heart tugging~Thanks for sharing it~

  8. Excellent, Henry !! The plea for freedom is so earnest here… Interestingly, my poem too was on similar lines… I guess there's some about getting-hidden-away-and-wanting-to-break-free feeling in the air…isn't it?Very beautifully expressed, my friend… I was moved reading this poem… The first stanza really sets the stage for what's to come… Wonderful !!

  9. Hey,Your format was dynamic and the internal workings of the poem are smooth – i wont pick out anything in particular – i just enjoyed it in its entiretyit stole my imagination away for a while and for that i thank you

  10. This conjured up a lot of images for me. My first thought was of Geishas then all of a sudden I'm shopping for eggs at Walmart, which underlines the reality of the universality of subtler forms of abuse that occur in so many ways, everywhere. Glad to see you, Henry!

  11. This piece has multiple layers but I found myself thinking of a woman trapped who longs to embrace nature and be au natural once more. It's extremely poignant and evokes deep emotion within the reader. I'm looking forward to reading more of your work!

  12. Yikes, I've been this girl. The trappings of the world, the show one must put on. Yet, the pull of the inner workings of the mind and body betray. Somedays I would become nobody… invisible if I could.You reached me with this one Henry.

  13. There is a captivating push-and-pull to this piece – powerfully portrays your subject. Even more powerful to read it with the picture accompanying it. It's hard to look away. Thanks for sharing this one!

  14. This poem reminded me of John Berger's excellent Ways of Seeing where he argues the difference between nude and naked in art. One is a portrait and one is disempowering. He also spends a lot of time outlining how women internalize an observer. So even when they are alone weeping they observe themself doing so and have some idea of how it should look. It makes it difficult for a woman to simply exist and emote. You've captured a lot of that disempowerment here with the request to look away. Though I suspect there are several meanings in that: don't see my shame, as an accusation to our uncaring, as a cry for a private life (not to be sold as a sex object), etc.

  15. This poem reminded me of John Berger's excellent Ways of Seeing where he argues the difference between nude and naked in art. One is a portrait and one is disempowering. He also spends a lot of time outlining how women internalize an observer. So even when they are alone weeping they observe themself doing so and have some idea of how it should look. It makes it difficult for a woman to simply exist and emote. You've captured a lot of that disempowerment here with the request to look away. Though I suspect there are several meanings in that: don't see my shame, as an accusation to our uncaring, as a cry for a private life (not to be sold as a sex object), etc.

  16. I enjoy your writing, Henry. This one is a poem of beauty, depth, and mystery! I like the way you can write so well from another's point of view.

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