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communication mistranslation
by Philippa JaneI continue to admire you
through rose-coloured glasses,
drenched in a shade that
generously masks your
lingering florid cheek stains
and blushing eyes.
Post-downfall, we amuse our
conversation with recollections
of foolishness and relationship
jeopardy - communication
mistranslation, and all of
rouge's misleading shades.
I want to scrutinize my own
hours with equal (pre)caution,
to confidently conclude that
your observations match mine;
that perhaps your life is not the
only view I whitewash in pink -
that you, just like I did,
witness an imperfect collage:
a relationship gone awry,
its once iridescent light now faded
in Autumn's forewarning hues. 08/18/2003 Author's Note: Relationship complications will be the death of me.
Posted on 08/18/2003
Copyright © 2024 Philippa Jane
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ann Lauren on 08/18/03 at 11:22 PM It's lovely, Philly. Very astute observations. |
| Posted by Karen Michelle on 08/19/03 at 02:24 AM in Autumn's forewarning hues.
i think that just might be my favourite line ever since i am quasi obsessed with seasonal rebirth/onslaught. loveliness. |
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