My next fridge phrase came to me yesterday as the above. I love standing there staring at this massive jumble of words now splayed across my refrigerator. Then I see certain words pop out at me. I gave this one a day to stew. I wanted to pass by it over and over to read it in my mind.
I am interested in what these words mean to you? Some people have lyrical minds. Their brains see stories in everything. Others do not. Nothing wrong with either mind. I am fascinated by both. I would love to hear what you have to say about it. Does this prompt something obvious to you? Or do you hear a story in there?
I see a tortured soul, longing for something she can never have. I see her curled in the fetal position in her bed, late at night. All the lights are off, the sounds of the world passing by her window. The moon shines down on her curtains, begging to be seen. She cannot face the moon tonight. She sees and hears only sweet pictures in her mind. Maybe a loved one that passed away or a previous lover that has moved on. Her pictures are beautiful. They would bring any normal person such joy. For her, they bring only pain and sorrow.
She must scream them away before she can sleep, and sleep does not come willingly. The scream may be a metaphor or quite literal. It matters not. But scream she must. Her memories do not come silently or stay softly in the background. They are loud and always present in her mind. Her sweet pictures do not whisper.
~Jayde
Magnetic Fridge Poetry 