imprinted eyes
in the back of my legs,
ankle to thigh
scarred
like staples in a seam
>
a permanent stocking
a cheap whore in a supermarket
>
a doorway leads to a red dress
hanging polka dots
too small, so I
s t r e t c h
into chaos
beautiful & ugly
>
a garish green skirt
frumps from my fruit
>
bare breasts too full
walk into a dream –
she sits in front of the mirror
blank _________
>
I sneak a glance
at my reflection;
I am topless, fat & ugly
>
where am I?
where is my baby?
© Copyright 2010 Jodine Derena Butler. All Rights Reserved
Poetry Out West 
aha, that explains it! Thanks, Jodie.
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I am going up North tomorrow to see both my babies AND my grandson! All us girls are going out to see me read poetry and have some dinner. I am looking forward to it. It is a new role for me. Not a parent, not a friend, but their MOTHER. I like it. I need to develop it. Jx
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The ‘She’ was my daughter in the dream…who turned in to me… Jx
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does give a sense of sadness…I guess we all view these things our own way. Hard to deal with the realization of getting older and life changing…
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Very sad, Jodie. But powerful.
There’s a ‘she’ that suddenly appears in the poem, and the rest is ‘I’ – is that deliberate? It threw me a bit.
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I find this a sad poem … full of something missing, past lives and times … that captures some of the feeling of being lost now. They’re feelings I’d like to hide from …. I particularly appreciate the contradictions evoked …
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Some say that dreams are your subconscious working through the issues we push to the back burner in our busy lives. If this is true my subconscious needs serious help because on the rare occasions when I do dream, or at least remember what I dream, they are crazy and fragmented.
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I wrote this poem from a dream I had. It was a strange dream… and the images were vivid. There was also a bathtub and my daughter… weird. I’m not sure about your comment “it’s too bad that you don’t like what you see”. I didn’t see the dream that way. To me I see ageing, my children and the growing distance between us through age, which has me searching for myself and looking for my babies. Jx
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wow! you let us in to see you through your eyes…….it’s too bad that you don’t like what you see…….but that is a sad truth for most of us.
Great Poem!
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