I have strewn myself upon the rubble of somewhere else
that used to be inside me, and find no cornice, no edge, to grasp.
I cast distance with a hook of my wit through rues and lace
of your existence as though you were lattice, and I a breeze.
Yet within the crease of tiniest leaves my garden’s endless,
textured, curved, curled and twining in light.
My empty, shifting mirror’s only a reflectionless pond.
I remain only my own duet, solo still, a math of lesser blood.
Do you hear me inside you or just feel me trembling
in my own rubble hunting old keys to share our new song?
I fear my soul has sighed itself away.
Author notes
I wish to thank Adsaige for her help in editing this poem.
Comments
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My empty, shifting mirror’s only a reflectionless pond.
I remain only my own duet, solo still, a math of lesser blood.
I thought these lines were tremendous!!!!!

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Since when does Moqui talented purple bear need help? Cant believe that, nope
this is a beautiful write and your soul is far to great to be sighed away, eever.

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thank you, princess ...
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There is nothing I can truly say about
this poem...It is one that leaves me
speechless, and smiling a small almost
secretive smile, as if a great secret
from a lover has been unveiled unto me.
The couplets are absolutely stunning,
their sense of direction sure, and
they were in the beginning, but now...
it is complete, and the destination...
well, that's not to be known completely...
just followed.
I have a feeling you spent hours on this.
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thank you so much ... i spent about three hours on it ... but i was unhappy with it even after you helped make what I had much better, because it was missing something and then I just threw the last line one ... just came to me like in a flash and i was happy with it then.
your comment makes my day
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I'm glad...although you ignore people's calls.
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,,, do not
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Sure, sure. That's what you say.
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nice, i really love this line- My empty, shifting mirror’s only a reflectionless pond.
I remain only my own duet, solo still, a math of lesser blood.
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