Welcome to my poetry blog!

I am a twenty-four brown-eyed Aruban wanderer;
forever questioning where I'm going
and where I've been.
And when I'm not reading,
I'm writing. When I'm not writing, I'm reading.

Furthermore, writing has always been my
way of captivating a deep thought, grief,
lost love, depression and even hatred (sometimes).

Feel free to read and comment on my weird,
puzzling, obsessive, reckless and sometimes
confusing poems. It's all about what you
interpret from them that gets me buzzin'!

Thank you and have fun reading y'all.

-Lily Clarisa

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Edward Hopper's Automat

Edward Hopper’s Automat

I slave in the kitchen,
I slave in front of the stove,
I come here to slave no more.

A cloud of emptiness,
I drift in and out.
Coffee. Sip, sip?
Oh! My glove is still on;
That ring,
That ring  under that still-worn glove.

Now my forever ball and chain.

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