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Click hereHi, this is me, I'm writing you a letter.
Oh, you're surprised, are you? That's ok.
I'm surprised by what I think. It's a bit interesting.
Interesting how, you ask? Well, because
you sway at the hips and cover
your face with a sweater when you take
it off, and you hop on both feet.
You thought I was only a crustacean,
but as it turned out, I had a name, it was
Me. Yes, that is the one you know.
And when the music starts, I am
listening with you, you know that
even without knowing it.
Don't you? Am I mistaken?
I go, in my mind, outdoors, and I fill
pots with potting soil.
And I wonder, what will grow, here?
To tell someone you love them, but few as lovely as this. Why do you love her? Just because, just for being her. Beautiful.
A most enjoyable read. My take on it is probably off, but it sure feels like a woman talking to herself. Which then gives it a light humorous feel. This take on it feels more comfortable to me than taking it to be a chat between two people. Either way, it's good.
It conjures up the rich security of a giving relationship only someone who doesn't take themselves to seriously is capable of forming.
a very thoughtful poem--really makes the reader think.
Your poem has been recommended in the New Poems Review thread on the Poetry Feedback and Discussion forum. Thanks for the read. :-)
Angeline