bête noire
Published January 28th, 2008 in verseAnathemas and shadows and veins coursing lead
He’s looming and lurking and nigh-inspiring dread
Duplicitous and suspicious, I wish he were dead
He’s like some matured fictional monster come from under my bed
Mondays find me restless and these days ask for peace
Wednesdays leave me torn while next days find my knees
And Saturdays ramblings to God and His returned calls to me
Despite my incapacity of articulating barring eloquence of speech
Mirrors are mere reflections while perspective is above par
I am my only devil, I am my only scar.
Cast him down in the hole and cover him in tar
Still wherever I go, there also is my bête noire.
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*bête noire is referring to one that is particularly disliked or that is to be avoided.
“Mirrors are mere reflections while perspective is above par
I am my only devil, I am my only scar.”
Yep, Yep, and Yep. I feel you on this one brotha man.
Nice write and thanks for the new vocabulary.
meek
Wow! Wow! Wow!
The same lines caught my eye, Meekha…
Wow, is all I can say about that type of awareness….
You know I’m not often without words,
but this one hits me in a place beyond where
words exist.
BTW, I had to look up the very first word in the poem,
so I learned something new today.
Can’t wait for the next one.
Ahh…so much to mine in this one.
We hold up these mirrors to the world reflecting this
(im)perfect image of ourselves. Yet we have all looked
into the mirror and seen the black beast lurking inside.
This duality that rips and tears inside us all. Are we to show
the scars, unleash the devil? Can one purge themselves of this
hidden self–do we even want to.
Why did God create us thus?
Kenn, thanks for the foot note on bête noire