Tuesday, August 2, 2011

where I went

and now that the anger is gone

there may be a few more glimpses
like looking out of the window
through a thin veil of silk.

a look into what may or may not
have been the flicker of a candle
the shadow of it's smoke or quite
possibly the drapery catching fire.

Something called for a new home
if it wasn't the fact that this
one had burned down then why
the packed suitcase?

I just might finally leave a note
that maps out my escape route
this time-but I did so enjoy
the mystery of my new self
and others not knowing where
I went.

13 comments:

  1. Love the last stanza-can completely relate :)

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  2. I agree I love the last stanza, powerful emotional writing

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  3. really like this one. speaks to me. nice blog you have here, keep up the super work. i'll be back. :)

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  4. The best part of the self is that is completely malleable. Make something new.

    Loved it. - moskowitz

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  5. way to go,

    lovely sentiments shared, love your blog and poetry style.

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  6. interesting, very interesting. Really enjoyed!

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  7. Your journey is not alone.
    Very well done.
    Perhaps we will meet along the way.
    Genebrother

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  8. God I love that last stanza and the title. and I happen to agree with you...I like when others don't know where I went. :) x

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