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Reflecting Skin
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Heartstarter Junior Member
since 2001-03-14
Posts 39 |
You listened too much And heard too little, Watching me as I sat, Just like some curious hawk Scanning for prey. I could see the questions Spin around behind your eyes; Bright pinwheels of doubt. You never understood What made me who I am, And the time or two I wanted to tell Your interest drew away; A petulant child,bored with the moment. I know you wish I wore A reflecting skin, So you could polish it everyday With the oil of your discontent And watch the black pools Of my life Rise to the surface like floating fish. |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
This is truly a beautifully constructed poem. Joyce |
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latin passion Senior Member
since 2001-04-26
Posts 576 |
ahhh, I'm left speechless...powerful images I interpert with your poem. LP. |
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Rosebud1229 Senior Member
since 2000-04-05
Posts 1813North Carolina |
awesome poem |
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Swamp¤Faeryie Member
since 2000-12-04
Posts 393fairyland....of course;) |
my sentiments exactly what a perfect poem for my day,and well written too,bravo!! sammi much madness is divinest sense,and much sense the starkest madness~Emily Dickinson |
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walker Member Elite
since 2001-02-11
Posts 2240Florida |
Great poem! |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
VERY excellent writing.... |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
HeadStarter~ Intensely gripping. Very well done. 'I could see the questions Spin around behind your eyes; Bright pinwheels of doubt.' Enjoyed this. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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