Hullo, my me.”
Said I to us.
“How now, how now, self of mine?”
Then we replied at the same time:
“Quite well, quite well,
kind sirs, and you?”
“We’re fine, of course.”
Said me two;
And dare I say,
That me and I,
Got along quite well that day.
So ourselves and us agreed to dine
Beneath a shady pine,
And all was fine
While we sipped wine;
‘Twas a merry time.
As midday stretched and slipped within
Persimmon painted slippers,
I turned to us
To ask ourselves,
In a facetious, songly voice:
“Would we and I,
Perhaps - maybe -
Fancy to play a game?”
“Why sure, kind sirs.”
I said - we said.
“What do we have in minds?”
“A game of hide;
A game of seek,
Should promise a good time.”
“Now, count now -
Count now!”
We said to us,
As our giddy selves skipped off to hide.
I hid in wait—
As well, did I—
Until midnight hung
Its purple robe
Above horizon’s yawning dawn.
Alone, I sat;
I sat alone.
Just I and I -
And I.
I sank in sorrow
Betwixt a boulder and a stone,
Alone,
Erasing hopes for my tomorrow.
I lay my head
Against the stone,
Just me -
Just me -
Unfound.
Alone.
Asleep upon, for evermore…
My tomb of lonely stone.
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Author:
Creatistically Inclined (
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- Category: Surrealist
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Comments3
Good write CI.
Maybe a sad ending or maybe you’re just competitive and very good at Hide and Seek? Nice piece
Awesome word play, intriguing story,
"Until midnight hung
Its purple robe
Above horizon’s yawning dawn."
BRAVO!!
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