Me Doll

The immensity of the night sky,
In her lovely black eyes,
The fixed pale pink smile,
On her porcelain skin,
The newly woven dress,
Adorning her carefully crafted body,
Perfect she was—My new doll.

A patient listener to my chatter,
A silent guest for my tea parties,
A companion for my rendezvous,
Never did a day go by,
Without her by my side—Reassurance,
Yes, she will be here no matter what,
She was mine—My exciting doll.

New things I had discovered,
Friends, books, and school,
And under the bed she lay—Insignificant,
The once curly hair, tangled with dust,
The dull eyes, the faded smile,
The torn dress on her frail body,
There she was—My worthless doll.

It had served its purpose,
Amusement for a couple of months,
Did it need to be cherished?
Placed on a pedestal for admiration?
Did I love her?
Did I value her enough?
After all, it was just a doll…Was it not?

5 thoughts:

Vani said...

Interesting poem...
things that we cherished once, how they seem insignificant now.
How what we think of something changes over time...
those little things..

my doll is under a massive load of books...

Anonymous said...

the title and the last line struck me. i'm thinking the title is not a typo-which could also have been "My doll" but instead is- "Me Doll"... "After all, it was just a doll…Was it not?"

Vani said...

i agree with the before comment, i found d title interesting...

Anonymous said...

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will keep comin here more :)

Trati said...

yeah the "me doll" made me think of me love...you know that song...

 

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To escape from the humdrum existence people call "life", I explore the jungle of my mind. A meandering path, with thoughts as my obstacles. I put aside the smiling face of my mother, snapshots of holidays with friends, lost memories of my childhood... All in an attempt to find answers to my branching questions.

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