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Mismatched
You said we were not
a good match, your love
for the dark annoyed by
my light. You said we were not
a good match, you drank
yours black while mine
was white. You said we were
not a good match, force ruled
your world while mine
held peace. You said. You said.
But me. I thought. I thought we had
a match so swell, your snickers,
my sobs, our songlike sighs. Dark
and light stroked day to night, black
and white transposed, no one before
had felt. Now time has chimed
its judgment, too. A match
unbalanced,
uncertain,
but true.
This was written for Day 1 of Robert Lee Brewer's November Poem a Day Chapbook Challenge on Poetic Asides.
Linda, this is a fantastic piece. That "You said. You said." echoes in more way than one. And this:
ReplyDelete"your snickers,
my sobs, our songlike sighs."
Gorgeous.
de
Thank you, de. xox
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