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Visions
by Chris Sorrenti
She calls to me
with diamond eyes
more luminous than reality itself
hold her reflection in mine
only for a moment
as she disappears
nothing left but the wind
and a wisp of dying laughter
A bird
that soars over the horizon
beckoning me to follow
but I wake
amid the wings of another
lips wet
from the ocean of sleep she’s fallen into
She calls to me
my diamond around her finger
© 1982
Revised © 2014
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11/11/2014 Posted on 11/11/2014
Copyright © 2025 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/12/14 at 07:34 AM There is an undeniably haunted quality in this piece, and the mysterious "she", who seems to switch identities mid-poem. I've already read and re-read this many times, and will likely continue...thank you! |
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