Poetry Prompt #14 is another two-for-Tuesday, so we were asked to either write a love poem or an anti-love poem.
Cosmetic Surgery Love
Your face is putty in my hands
I can nip and tuck it,
mold it to meet my needs.
Is this love?
No, it’s plastic surgery.
Love is how I feel about the feel of skin
between my latex fingers
as I shape it, pull it, trim it.
I used to play with Barbie dolls,
with their perfect breasts and thighs.
They always had almond eyes, high cheekbones,
and narrow chins—the perfect woman.
I studied anatomy in college,
learned the best techniques,
and now I turn out the best molds.
They stare in the mirrors,
and in spite of the gauze strings
that cling to their bright pink skin,
smile wider than stitches allow.
Shaking my hand, spilling out praise,
they love me.
What did you write today?
For more information about the challenge, go here.
Apr 14, 2009
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6 comments:
Interesting take on the prompt. Are you keeping all these poems to possibly work on at a later date?
--Anna
Diary of an Eccentric
I am indeed!
Tell me, how do you really feel about plastic surger??
I really think you did a great job on this one.
I'm really not into plastic surgery at all. I wanted to do something different with the prompt and plastic surgery guy on The Doctors show was on, so there you go.
Good but a little creepy I think. Plastic surgery freaks me out a little.
LadyTink: I was trying to think outside the box on this one.
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