She wears the color
of her mind
and heart. Were her
expectations
too great? No smile
for the miles
she has traveled
in her head.
She looks down
into an abyss,
a pit of pitch
black. Why can't
she let go, be
absorbed? Why
does she still cling
to solid structures?
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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
Ah good question, since me can only speculate but we never can feel what the other person is feeling. Better if she did let go though. Breathe and move on. Then maybe she can wear reds or oranges.
Yes, I agree with Carrie, Your last line really brings something to the poetic interpretation of the image…something I didn’t see when I looked at it. Beautiful and powerful writing
The question brings even more depth to the image and your poem my friend! Lovely!
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Thanks, Carrie!
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A profound poem Sara
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Thanks, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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Ah good question, since me can only speculate but we never can feel what the other person is feeling. Better if she did let go though. Breathe and move on. Then maybe she can wear reds or oranges.
Happy Sunday
Much❤love
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Thanks, Gillena!💜💜
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Yes, I agree with Carrie, Your last line really brings something to the poetic interpretation of the image…something I didn’t see when I looked at it. Beautiful and powerful writing
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Thanks, Susie!
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