Let the records show I am indissoluble.
I would survive a sudden dipping in lime.
Some people come up smelling of roses.
I am one of them.
I am anodyne, I would not like to offend anyone.
Better I were pulled through a gathering backwards.
Where I pull my hair, trying to wake.
Ahead, I see a three-sided symbol
with a yellow dot in the centre
I feel my body sway with the low sound of drums.
A strange triple style beat
The echo rings back to my sleeping mind
Where I stare at my profile in the mirror
Wondering where the other of me has gone…
© Anita Dawes 2021
Oh my gosh, You were on a roll, Anita. I love it when you roam in this direction with your poetry. Lovely and slightly haunting. 🙂
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Thank Diana!
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An interesting poem. It reads as if the MC is not corporeal rather a spectral being. One with great confidence no matter how others view him. Although in truth he struggles for he doesn’t truly know who he is. Great peace.
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Thank you, Mason…
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