That Point Where We Each Begin
Here, when we lay
like this
there is no need for
words at all
nor even mirrors ..
Somehow
we lose the want
of them ..
Here, when we lay
like this
where clarity and
clouding
do each reside and
simultaneously
play their
little tricks on us ..
That point
when it all seems
so perfect ..
Here, when we lay
like this
where we are lent
a vague but
otherwise agreeable
ambiguity ..
That precious point
when neither
you or I are sure, where
you might end
and then, the me begins
or vice versa ..
That then, must surely be
the point
we each become perfect ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Comments4
Superb!
Hello stranger, thank you for calling on me today .. I seriously hope you are safe and well my friend 🙂
Thanks for enquiring, but all is well at my end, it’s how has your recovery been?
A one word response, because that’s how I felt about this poem.
I love this poem! So satisfying, laying "like this', isn't it? Wonderful visual. Excellent!!
it is dear C .. and thank you for sharing that and of course reminding me .................. x
Strange that time when two never know where the "me" ends and the"you" begins - -- you scribe it briliantly in this piece of perception my dear friend and tis a fave with me for sure..............x
glad you feel the very same way Fay ... wink wink x
True words Neville.
Andy
cheers Andy ....... 🙂 N
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