And So You Called Me

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

one of a number of poems i'm working on. A favourite of my own work so i thought i'd make it a first post.

And So You Called Me

Rarely, do we say out loud
the things we truly mean,
or the things we really want.

So do lets make playful metaphors
that cower behind the issue
like a blushing chameleon.

Or the elephant in the room
being distractingly anonymous,
Invisible, yet casting that massive shadow.

We speak of dreams; intangible,
delicate silk pinned to a mast
waiting for a breeze to carry us away.

Great chasms of time
drain the void between last time,
and next time.

I wait for that peircing sound,
squeaking across the glass ceiling
signalling the continuation of our façade.

And so you called me,
and I answered,
and we talked about the weather.


Submitted: June 12, 2011

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