Invisible Matter, post 1

Invisible Matter

By

Jackie Czamanske

I wonder,

What does it take to see me?

I mean, REALLY SEE ME?

Is perception limited by demographic?

Sex? Age?

My package is no longer shiny and new.

My patina…well,

I guess that’s only valued in objects.

I stuff my soul with cookie and cake,

And snicker as I become bigger and b-i-g-g-e-r,

yet seen less and less.

Doors were once held open by pretty boys,

Now they close thoughtlessly in my face.

When were my pheromones turned off?

T-ranged women bruise me with their elbows,

on their climb to acknowledgement.

I’m left.

Weathered and worn.

Like leaves fallen from their host,

left on the ground to rot,

Only noticed by the crunch beneath passing feet.

Am I now a grey ghost,

hovering between two worlds?

Youth and death?

How can I force your eyes to focus?

What can I do to shake off this magic cloak?

I live in a world that fails daily to see my worth.

My eyes scream: STOP! LOOK!

I matter.

it is Time

In 2010 I had used this space as a repository, a place to put stuff and come back to later.
It is April 2012. actually April 17 2012. I "think" it is 4 years when on midnight of my mom's 87th birthday April 16 - she took a deep breathe and moved into another place.
Jackie came over tonight, carrying 2 bottle of wonderful white wine (we are both usually reddies) portabello mushrooms ready to be grilled and adorned with wonderful cheese and spices. And this is when "Invisible Matters" became more than real again.

This blog is dedicated to the 2 of us and those who have lived Invisible Matters.
Let the discussions begin.

thank you Jackie for being there - let the ride continue...