Looking Through Me

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It’s too bad I can’t kiss his lips.

I’m not attracted to them.

But, if I were, he would reject me.

For my stories are buried deep

And they cannot be read easily

It is as if, I shouldn’t exist.

You see…

The problem with being buried deep

Under the frosty top, is that I see

The mist for what it truly is

He edits the mist.

He looks for countries caught

In eternal Octobers, Stories about

Leaves and lives, the constant state of fall

It is the arc of the descent he catches

Like holding on to a match for too long.

If I were to put my hand upon his chest

He would jerk away from

the coldness of my fingertips

I have stuffed my heat deep

Sometimes, I can’t even feel warm.

My tears aren’t made of kerosene

I’ve been to the ocean too many times

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41 thoughts on “Looking Through Me

  1. Very thought provoking, well done. Everyone interprets poems differently and the way I interpret yours is probably totally different to the meaning you intended, however if the words make a mark on a reader then your job is done. I especially liked the lines
    ‘For my stories are buried deep
    And they cannot be read easily’

    Thank you for sharing your work.

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  2. I find this so amazingly rich with imagery and emotion. You are truly inspirational, the way you make every word count. I will be looking forward to reading many more.

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  3. Thanks. I just reread that poem. I haven’t in a long time. It speaks to me in several ways. The photo is not as old as it looks. It’s been edited. I like it because the person standing in the ocean looks as if they are there for the first time, unsure of how to stand in an ocean. Yet, “that person” looks back at another person who is creating the frame. I have a lot of photos of the ocean and people, ones I’ve taken and others who have “taken” photos of me. That’s the best I can do.

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  4. favorite lines: He edits the mist./He looks for countries caught/In eternal Octobers, Stories about
    Leaves and lives, the constant state of fall
    and of course..yr last line
    It’s nice finding yr work

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