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masquerade
by Lindsay Sanderspour me out like soiled water
from a jug, that will soon
evaporate and fall from the heavens
in a million tiny droplets
melt me down like wax
slowly trickling down the
side of a rose scented candle
that brings light to the room
tread on me like a paper
that is dripping; drenched
and soggy from last nights
rain, and this mornings dew
dry me out like a tulip
that has sat on your mantle
unnoticed, thirsting for
water for many days
then
take my hand and with your touch
I am water but not soiled
warm but not melting
drenched but not soggy
dry but not thirsty
your lies give me life.
09/08/2003 Author's Note: for a friend
Posted on 09/08/2003
Copyright © 2024 Lindsay Sanders
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Stephanie Kent on 09/09/03 at 12:39 AM I really like this...especially the tie-in at the end...this has so much meaning... |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 09/10/03 at 02:08 AM The message is subtle but suggestive and pronounced in no uncertain terms. The right kind of a 'touch' is capable of refining the whole energy field. Nice piece. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 10/16/03 at 07:34 PM hm. that's a girl. *grin.* the ending ties it like a knot, and well done indeed. way to string your reader along and smack them on the back of the head in the end. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 10/16/03 at 07:35 PM oh, i remember now. i was thinking that maybe "lie" should be "lies." brings a whole new aspect. |
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