Sunday, February 8, 2015

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image courtesy Mag Pie Tales


MS ME
she's the one, who clears my thoughts...
of mundane vagaries, and lifts me aught
to the sighs of angels tripping words over
tumbling from shelves as at a grocer;
Ms Me:
i purchase my soul, for a plastic worth
of chocolate hearts, and wager the dearth...
of love lost in a matrix of clever excuses;
stepping up to the dais, of world wide recluses
Ms Me:
i shout from a podium mysterious
voices, shattering mirror mirror of fastidious...
mirror mirror of lookers Look!!!...Seers!!! see
the toy-maker's coils shaping the you and the me
© gillena cox



written in response to the photo prompt The Mag 257

20 comments:

  1. Thank you for your appreciation Harvee

    much love...

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  2. Much truth in the last line.

    Thanks for visiting. I believe the line you chose was the only one worth saving.

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  3. interesting the words you take from the form. A plastics worth of chocolate hearts would cure many an ill

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  4. Thank you for your appreciation Gail

    Much love...

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  5. Thanks for your appreciation Tom

    Much love...

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  6. Intriguing and very well written.

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  7. I like the whimsy tied up with the frustration in this piece. Nice!

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  8. Thank you for your appreciation Rommy

    Much love...

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  9. Superb title for a superb piece! Nicely done.

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  10. I really like your own style wrapped within words of whimsy and the Ms me.... or miss me? As all great poems belong to the eyes and minds of each reader! Well done.

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  11. Mirror mirror of fastidious...oh! that's great...and I can certainly relate...nicely done!

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  12. Thank you for your appreciation Karen

    much love...

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  13. Well expressed, Gillena!
    There's a lot more to see than the mirror shows! :)

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  14. Thanks for your appreciation Anita

    much love...

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