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abstractly alone

by Beth K Hannah

Put myself into pen
Clear myself on paper
Make it all seem easy
Beautiful
And full of life
And when I can't
Find the mirror's reflection
The smooth penny
The covered scars
Then nothing fits me.

I end up alone
Distracted and confused
By a third medium
Floating like star flakes
Never touching eternity

No place exists where the sun
Hits the glass shards
Putting them back together
Rolling it all away
And embracing the golden door.

06/09/2003

Author's Note: "As I slowly start to exhale, that's when you leave the room." -Ani Difranco

Posted on 06/09/2003
Copyright © 2024 Beth K Hannah

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Cymbre Dolphay on 06/11/03 at 11:43 PM

I understand you, oh articulate one who cannot count. This makes such sense to me.

Posted by Betania Tesch on 06/12/03 at 05:37 AM

I know this. It seems we womenfolk are excellent at feeling out of place. We're not supposed to talk about it, though. We're supposed to pretend like we're just fine. I'm happy you're able to say that you feel misplaced. Honesty with yourself inspires honesty to and with others. This poem is clearly a form of communication with yourself that is admirable.

Posted by Don Coffman on 08/24/03 at 08:27 AM

I really like it; the title is well chosen, the poem certainly conveys abstractness and loneliness, being both a little vague and starkly alone.

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