You summed me up
in a single verse
without meaning to.
You told my stunning
stunted secrets
without meeting me –
no talk, no coffee,
no quietly shared
supper with wine-
loosed tongues.
You told my truth
with two dozen
well-picked
words
while I spilled
them by the
hundred thousand
like sacrificial
victims –
and failed.
You laid me bare
with simple
brush work,
made of me
objective
fiction.
I’m the one
who does that;
I’m the one
who says the things
I see in my
hobgoblin
mirror.
The things
that can’t
be answered.
A really nice piece. How often that we find ourselves reflected in the words of others. That I suppose is one of the powers that poetry can have over us. Love the phrase “Hobgoblin mirror” as well. Dave.
Thanks. I like the feeling of recognition. It’s just – sometimes it is jarring, even offputting – if it hits too close.
Wow! Well said.
Thanks.
‘I’m the one
who does that;
I’m the one
who says the things’
No feed without feedback.
Well – I guess it’s only fair.
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I nominated you for Versatile Blogger award
Thank you.
some people are just good observers and keen watchers.
Agreed – but I have that to be a rare trait. The effect can be a little disquieting.