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
Certainly thought provoking, what you see!
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Much truth in the last line.
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love those last two lines!
ReplyDeleteinteresting the words you take from the form. A plastics worth of chocolate hearts would cure many an ill
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Gail
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Thanks Kathe
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Thanks for your appreciation Tom
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Intriguing and very well written.
ReplyDeleteThanks Berowne
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I like the whimsy tied up with the frustration in this piece. Nice!
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Rommy
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Superb title for a superb piece! Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteMirror mirror of fastidious...oh! that's great...and I can certainly relate...nicely done!
ReplyDeleteThank you Tess
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Thank you for your appreciation Karen
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Thanks Helena
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Well expressed, Gillena!
ReplyDeleteThere's a lot more to see than the mirror shows! :)
Thanks for your appreciation Anita
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