As long as you relegate me
to the third person
I can remain in your jail
unwanted, unaccepted
blotted away as the ink fails
***
As long as you write of me
he,she
or it
then I can’t exist
in your word’s orbit
***
As long as you close the book
you classify me
old, dusty, archived
no memory’s smile
when you chance by
***
you hope that love
of the brown pages
becomes impotent
delving into me
time not well spent
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
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my humanity in written form
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Poetry by Mich
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Thanks Joseph – you are always too kind.
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No closing the book, no! Really, this is great, Leslie.
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I agree I like the browned pages. Thanks Lori!!!
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I really like the form of this poem. I think that is one of your strengths. It is also very visual. I could see the failing ink being blotted away and I liked the the thought of being referred to in third person. You can’t care about someone and you don’t even use their name. They treat you like an object. I could see the dusty archived books that get no love. Great poem….I like you and look forward to more.
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