Thursday, May 20, 2010

Dumped

I became less than a stranger,
easily left behind,
an impetus
for your departure,
a muse who inspired
your plans
of solitary devising,
carefully polished in your mind,
savored by a heart
that no longer knew me.

As I shuffle through
the scraps
of what you left me,
I think I see
you watching,
and then the image
pops,
the way a light bulb does
as it ends its earthly life,
a burst of brightness,
leaving me startled,
surprised
that I’m alive.

5 comments:

  1. To me, the second part is much stronger and more original than the first. It could stand on its own. I love it.

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  2. Awesome poem!...I love the ending. :-)

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  3. Thanks for your comments. It means a lot to me that you take the time to leave feedback. Sometimes it gets lonely...

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  4. THERE YOU ARE... finally! LOVE

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  5. A good poem Cory, I like the piling up of metaphors/images, very imaginative, or perhaps visionary!

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