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Oceans of Uncertainty

by Lacy D Phillips

I drive home with your coppery taste in my mouth
and can't help but dwell on the many minute mismatches
that might just add up to an end of this, a fatal incompatibility.
There is some intangible corruption at work here.
It eats away at my esteem for you, sinks you lower
till the sparkling blue I see isn't that of your keen eyes on mine
but the churning surface of my own doubts reflected there.
And if I could just dive in where I have no means to follow
then we might both be filled instead of hollowed.

11/20/2007

Posted on 11/21/2007
Copyright © 2025 Lacy D Phillips

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/21/07 at 03:30 AM

Those last two lines are absolutely flawless. They seem to move and breathe perfectly.

Posted by Jean Mollett on 06/16/08 at 02:01 AM

Hi Lacy, Good one. It works well together. Loves's not always easy, keeps us wondering at times.

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