What I see is not me
Like smoke on a lake
It does not fit.
I tried to see what others saw
But I didn't know just how to look
I sat there and thought
With pleasing tones around my ears
Purple nightshade under my tongue,
I realized:
I have not moved since I lost
My beloved.
My reflection is still, and yet I feel
A stirring inside every organ,
I am heavy as if the ground
Is magnetic, pulling at all my edges...
None do I tell,
For I do wish
With little hope
That as little as I speak of it
The less real it will all become.
A contest entry
- Pretty Picture Prompt # 10 by kiwigirljacks.
600 points, ended August 3, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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Such a sad poem, beautifully penned. Thank you for your entry and good luck
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Aww that's so sad.. no longer recognizing ones reflection without their other half being there.. I think we do merge our souls with someone often and when they are gone, we feel less than whole.
Thank you for the lovely entry!
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