The woman with the old walls
painted new walls in her
home
Burnt red was smothered with
pale yellow,
a non-fattening banana
ice cream
wall.
She covered up the old walls
often, burying
old lovers
and gross mistakes. She could
scrub the greasy
instances
but her eyes will not pick
out the dirty spots
without
a finger,
that is not her own,
pointing out
the
places that pollute
the walls.
Even if her eyes could show her,
her elbows do not have
strength enough
to scrub
scrub
scrub
the past away.
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
Ironic… I got a post coming up similar to fat free ice cream! A ricipe actually. Lovely poetry 🙂
oooh…can’t wait to check that out!!
Interesting how trying to cover up the past often makes us remember it all the more painfully.
Brilliant thought! 🙂 loved it…
I can relate to this. Been there on many an occasion.
Nick
Nick – so nice to feel that someone understands 🙂
Clever and true.
Thanks Simon!
Unique reminer of how life clings to us …
reminder*
Maggie – what vivid imagery is evoked in your words! There is so much emotion and character in those lines. This was a true pleasure to read.
Karla – Thank you very much for the comment. It is so kind of you to leave the feedback. XOXO
You paint, in words, images that linger…
🙂 Thank you friend. XOXO…
Your imagery is stunning. This all remind me of how, and why, I used to write.