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I Think I Blinked

I remember nights when your fingers would trace
the outer lines of my tattoo, searing your mark upon my skin.
Humid summer nights, we'd lie naked, tying bows around each other's hearts.
I recall softly recited poetry and swain tinted 'forget me not's.'

I have not forgotten.

I still dream of you with eyes wide open.
Silent nights echoing vivid memory of what never was.
Never will be.

Burning ink bleeds raw traces of you.
An insignificant design, now branded by your manipulation.

And here I sit, staring vacantly
at little white lined lies upon my left ring finger.

Damn it, I have forgotten.
Who was I before there was you?

Oh those humid summer nights, when we would lie naked,
tying bows around each other's hearts.

You never were very good with k[not's]

Author notes

the last line had a couple meanings for me

Knot's= tying knots around each other's hearts (metaphorically)
not's= forget me not's (I was obviously forgotten)
knot= as in tying the knot (marriage)

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  • Angies Love gold member
    January 7
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    nicely written! thanks and good luck!

  • Wow this one I really like.. thank you for entering it. You do have talent for writing. I don't have one part that is a favorite but I like it all.. and I love the metaphores you have used .. Keep the great work.. and thanks again for entering my contest..

    Seraphim

  • JToddUnderhill
    January 4

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    He may....

    ..... have been good at trying knots, but you are quite good at weaving spells, which is to say this piece had me spell bound from start to finish. I loved it. I am glad every time I get a chance to read you. I am however trying to ration out your work for you haven't put anything new up since early December.... Maybe tonight will be the night.


  • MichaelLeeSmyth
    November 14, 2009

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    I was the one forsaken and left behind, I have written many pieces concerning the, let's just call it, emotional shrapnel and the healing process after tearing it out. Not so much anymore, years ago.
    Had to blink a couple away, even after I read it a second time anew. Been there done that, sometimes, really does not make it easier to see again.
    Excellent write.


  • whiterabbit.
    November 14, 2009

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    This is beautifully written and I love the descriptions here. The imagery is amazing and I can feel the emotions throughout this.
    Wonderful write.

  • AlwaysMe1145
    November 12, 2009

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    interesting!

    i read ur profile and couldnt help to be reminded of myself. 10 gr drop out... Addicted to meth. Had to clean up on my own at 18, after my parents split up and Left me at a crack house at 15. Poetry kept me sane. I have to find the good in life and people. And its true... Life aint about finding urself... Its about creating urself! Wise words from a young heart. Not that age dictates the amount of pain u've endored...but there is good in life! Good luck to u!


  • Bean Sidhe silver member
    November 12, 2009

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    As I have an entire list dedicated to my jerk of an ex husband, this poem spoke to me on a very deep level. The two parts that sing the loudest to me are:

    "at little white lined lies upon my left ring finger."

    and

    "You never were very good with k[not's]"

    The symbolism in both lines is superb and the emotion throughout is palatable.

    Very nicely done. Good luck in the contest(s).

    - Bean Sidhe


  • savemysoul
    November 11, 2009
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    i liked this. sad situation, but good write. thanks for entering.

    -- jordan.


  • MissCDT
    November 10, 2009

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    You really show the destuction of a relationship. Not that it's exactly distruction but the lose of self. I love your last line.


  • blueyez
    November 10, 2009

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    tying bows around each other's hearts.
    I simply loved that line!!! Quite nice to read


  • Mark Harrap
    November 10, 2009

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    sensational

    melancholy yet gripping tale,love the structure,adding power to each point made

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