Another Me

My poem ‘Another Me‘ has been published on Visual Verse (Chapter 2 of Vol 5, Nov 2017).

There is another me
made of plastic and sunset glow,
how long has it been since we paid
that price at the river bank, things like
innocence and a wedge of forever after,
waves leaping up for a lick of molten
light, then falling into the nameless
dark of their own creation,
when it was over, when redemption was
washed away by the summer rain, we built
a new me from plastic and sunset glow,
with twilight darkened eyes
and a smile painted with a rain-touched dawn,
a soul stitched from words that should
never have been said, and we taught her,
oh how we taught her, that the river
was the same as love and love was the
same as a sinking moon and the moon
was always the same as inconstant hurt.

20 thoughts on “Another Me

  1. kaykuala

    same as a sinking moon and the moon
    was always the same as inconstant hurt.

    There are bound to be so as a relationship will always be open to provocations. Beautiful take, Thot, appropriately included in a place of honor!

    Hank

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  2. Never pay the ferryman, Rajani!
    I thought I saw your name on Visual Verse – well done! I love this poem, especially echoes of ‘plastic and sunset glow’ and the lines:
    ‘waves leaping up for a lick of molten
    light, then falling into the nameless
    dark of their own creation’
    and
    ‘a soul stitched from words that should
    never have been said…’

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  3. No wonder this has been published – it flows in rhythm and overflows visually. – look forward to many more in 2018

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