Reflections.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
My best poem up to date, I think.

Submitted: January 19, 2008

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The trouble with reflections
Is they always slip away,
Like leaves upon the water
Drifting into yesterday,
Like Monet’s water lilies
In a misty mirrored sky,
They flower for a moment
But eventually die.


Reclining in a row boat
On a ghostly painted lake,
The flowers fade and vanish
In my gently swirling wake,
Just a silver sad reflection
Of a painting that I knew,
Like a half forgotten daydream
In my memories of you.


Propped against an oak tree
By a bubbling summer stream,
I seem to see you smiling
In the water’s hazy gleam,
And I try to touch your image
But you shyly move away,
Like the leaves upon the water
On your way to yesterday…


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