imagine if we swapped
an eye for an eye
mine blue, yours brown
and we saw the world
through one of each
would it be two tunnels
ending in different stories
irreconcilable?
two streams down two mountains
cavorting and somersaulting
subsiding in two different lakes
one blue, one brown
and we being half of each
becalmed as dinghies
we must just lie here
limbs outstretched - two starfish floating
looking up at two sky patterns
our faces burning
always under one sun
extraordinary
This is a lovely poem,
limbs outstretched, two starfish floating, lovely imagery!
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Thank you! 😊
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This is a great poem! I love the way you think!
dwight
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Thank you!
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You are welcome!
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I love this cavorting conceit, and the line ‘becalmed as dinghies’ !
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I love how you took “eye for an eye” in a totally new and beautiful direction!
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Thank you! 🙂
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What a great concept! Maybe this would end so much heartache
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Lovely thought. If only…
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Yes
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