- Non-Erotic Poetry
- memory in the key of why
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Click hereI remember being more than a memory,
full of a kind of life that was worth watching-
I was that kind of girl,
the one people notice with a smile and a nod
and only mentioned in secret whispers.
Sometimes late at night I hear the laughter
that echoes from a distance
familiar but absent for too long to know its name,
I remember those days
when a man could look at me and see more:
see inside to the depths of who I was
and his hand would reach out and slide
across my cheek, a cradle of knowing.
I wake now in the morning and confusion reigns
what time is it?
where am I?
who is this person I have become?
and
last is always-
Why?
- COMMENTS
McKennaalmost 18 years agoThe feeling of wanting comes through very clearly in this poem; poignant, but not dripping in platitudes. I was slightly bothered by the use of the word "kind" twice in the first stanza; I think it's a great poem; with a little tightening it could become a fantastic poem. The fact that you've opened up and shared your soul with us deserves high marks in my book. The title is especially clever. Kudos Sophia, nicely done.
drksideofthemoonalmost 18 years agoI liked the feeling of this poem, self searching, and almost wanting. I especially loved the title...good work!
Bri
MayhemLassalmost 18 years agoa state that many of us experience as we get in touch with ourselves after an inexplicable hiatus from our own realities ...
logophilealmost 18 years agoYour description of the transformation is gripping and accurate. Thank you for sharing this with us.
