Imposter

My veins join your veins
We exchange blood
Sync our heartbeats
My eyes, empty worlds,
appraise you with envy.

And as you sweat harder
I fill myself with your word beat,
perfecting your lines,
plotting with poetry, from a distance.

While the crows watch
me changing my garb
deceit encircles.
I discard corpse after corpse
Of beaten to death verse

Till I robe myself in your likeness
Making myself up to be
the very picture of you.

Reviews

[Sameeksha Vadisherla]

'While the crows watch
me changing my garb
deceit encircles.
I discard corpse after corpse
Of beaten to death verse' Wow, Andra!

How creatively you explored complexities such as Identity, betrayal and transformation.
Loved it. Have a nice day :)

[Andra Davis]

Thank you Sameeksha 😊

[Sameeksha Vadisherla]

Your Most welcome :)

[Lore Keeper]

Your poem reminds me of the dark nature of the fae that is often lost on modern media these days. With the over saturation of the cute fae like Disney’s Tinker bell or those depicted in Fern Gully, people have all but forgotten the nasty nature these creatures sometimes exhibited.

Maybe I am misinterpreting it all but hey, my mind goes to weird places. Good job, I enjoyed this piece quite a bit.

[Andra Davis]

Thank you for the review.

[andrew mitchell]

This is like a tragic tale of betrayal where you are left to pick up the pieces. Anyway a nice write.

[Andra Davis]

Thank you Andrew.

[John the Baptist]

It would be interesting to know the identity of the addressee here. The impression is that it is the poem itself. The speaker seems to strive for an ideal creation, but the going is tough. As to those voyeur crows, they come across as a distraction that hampers creative effort. Persistence allows the poet to prevail in the end.

[Einstein Noodle]

brutally honest, Andra! i really like this one of yours .. Socrates words prove out "to thine own self be true" .. great stuff in "Imposter" says i!
E.

[Andra Davis]

Hey thank you

[emmajoygreen]

There seems to be a rumpus against a someone - you? - and also, creating poetry here. Turning away from self a while, wondering if, worrying if - things should change. There's merry hell in what you say, everything pouring out as if a shattered dam.

' While the crows watch
me changing my garb
deceit encircles.
I discard corpse after corpse
Of beaten to death verse'

You and your motives for writing what and how you do, perhaps - nothing good enough, frustration on the peak of calm.. no more should be allowed. Danger signals. perhaps

[Andra Davis]

Thank you for reviewing, kindly emmajoygreen.

[willweb]

Definitely a poem to create thought in the reader if not a little self-perspective or awareness. I learned a long time ago that the best person you can ever be is, yourself. It takes no additional energy or thought, you just be and if they like you, they do and if they don't, they don't. Seems simple right? Easy to say is more like it. I really enjoyed your poem, it made me look at myself for a bit.

[Andra Davis]

Thank you for reviewing, kindly willweb.

[Sapphus]

I felt distinctly uncomfortable. You did quite wonders here. Good poem.

[Andra Davis]

This is thrilling. Thanks. 😊

[Tania Mo]

Andra you deserve a round of claps for this 👏

[Andra Davis]

Wow. Thank you Tania. 😊

[jacob erin-cilberto]

reminds me of an old Fleetwoods song...the Great Imposter.
"Poetry so sweet, has her at his feet...she thinks she's the one but he has just begun. All her friends they just watch her, for they know the great imposter." Imposters ruin lives. This poem is volcanic.
j.

[Andra Davis]

Wow. Thank you for saying this is volcanic.