Gray Matters

Between madness and sanity
lie fragile gray brain cells
able to switch sides
without forewarning.
She stands before you,
eyes lit
lips smiling
aura pink.
Snap! Dark clouds storm
her eyes, turn down
her lips, blacken
her aura.  She cries,
becoming limp as a dish rag.

Written for Wonder Wednesday/Poets United/gray area

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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9 Responses to Gray Matters

  1. Green Speck says:

    I could sense the pain here … well written !!!

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  2. ihatepoetry says:

    I’ve lived with women like this- well written.

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  3. I HAVE been like this, ha ha. Buddah, I feel your pain. It’s hell having manic depression; I turn on a dime, and it’s either tears or sometimes anger. That’s why I go to the therapist! Meds help too.

    PIP, this description is not only accurate; I loved your word choices. Well done! Peace, Amy

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  4. Written with wisdom and experience x I have a neighbour who is bipolar and this poem sums it up perfectly.

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  5. “eyes lit
    lips smiling
    aura pink.”

    Love this portion…that is a heavenly feeling. captured well, Sarah!!

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