problematic at best
you’re like a hologram
I see you and then I don’t
popping in and out at your leisure
green eyes staring me down
or your slender self in my peripheral
back against the wall and arms
extended down your sides
these uncertain times
remind me of the twilight zone
take your pick ~ any episode
or the song itself
exploring offshoot worlds
conveying new ideas in old ways
what if I told you
this is how it will always be
using made up words
and accepting new discoveries
like the congregation of trolls
beneath the quintessential bridge
rewinding yarns and drawing straws
march two thousand twenty
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Love this.
love that you do, thank you
This is what I love about poetry, emotions convey artistically in every line. Thank you for sharing
Thanks for visiting and commenting on this piece, Lane.
Wonderful!
Thank you, Sofia!
Brilliant!
Thank you Wanda.
You’re welcome