Shownotes
One Poem Only is a daily poetry podcast offering a quiet moment with a single poem—read aloud, without analysis or noise.
Abstract
WC Quinn
My pieces appear askew, but I am no Picasso
just a Girl Before a Mirror trying to love myself
despite the flaws in my reflection
I keep counting my brush strokes
grooming tangles in penance.
My tongue’s burden is language
The She Wolf bellow calls to me; I don’t reply
my words, sticky sweet honey,
smacking heavy in the roof of my mouth
splatters canvas akin to Pollock.
My nightmares covet reality
so call me a dream walker; lucid surrealist
observing life like Dali from below the waters
bearing witness to The Metamorphosis of Narcissus
unsure if I am art or artist.
My heart stenciled with purpose
in the face of perpetual loss; A Girl with Balloon
black and white statements stricken
with red accents
Recognizable / Unknown.
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