Shattered Glass

A puzzle never to be solved,
no matter how hard you try;
With pieces unable to reveal
an answer to the question, Why?

A face that has disappeared
to a place of silent screams,
Will soon be swept away,
leaving only shattered dreams.

An idea without a resting place
can only long for release;
Hidden behind new images,
awaiting its chance for peace.

Lora Frikken ~ 12-29-05

A Tattoo Artist’s Lament*

A little heart...no, wait...
I’ll take a butterfly, please,
placed right about ‘here’
so that everyone can see.
Don’t you think it will look
like I really do fit in,
as soon as I finally have
this image on my skin?

I wanted to be different;
I wanted to be wild;
I wanted everyone to know
I’m no longer just a child.
My Mom drove me here
to give you her permission,
so I could be just like my friends
with this initiation!

I’ll love this tattoo forever,
it will make me feel so free;
When everybody sees it
they will want one, naturally!
Yes, I promise, I really want this;
I’ll wear it till I die!
Did I say something wrong?
You look like you want to cry!

*Dedicated to my Tattoo Artist: Mark Madigan
An Artist first...last...and always!

Lora Frikken ~ 12-4-05

Suffering

A Theda Bara repose
The upturn of a nose
A swooning Clara Bow
So very apropos
Charlie Chaplin's eyes
With misery disguised
And Valentino's smile
Broke every heart with style
No one portrayed suffering
Or sorrow's weary sting
Better than the Kings and Queens
Of the Silent Silver Screen

Lora Frikken ~ 12-4-05