Gone

Gone

A Poem by Michelle Lauren

And just like that
She was gone
She lay in a life between
As angels criticize

Nebulously recalling what was
And what could have been
Nefarious rumination
élan vital diminished

As she is to be no more

© 2014 Michelle Lauren


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I love how your writing is so nuanced, this disappearance could be many things . . . maybe she left, which is the obvious interpretation, but also, maybe she has a habit of disappearing into her thoughts & at some point her companion learns to recognize the signs when she has check out of the present moment . . . or maybe this companion is the one who inadvertently shoves her spirit underground with his thoughtless scorn & narcissism. This disappearance is described in unique yet relatable ways, this phenomenon is hauntingly familiar (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Years Ago


Michelle Lauren

4 Years Ago

Thx Margie .... for your insight. Oh how I wish it was as you stated. This was a dear friend; those .. read more
barleygirl

4 Years Ago

Now I re-read, armed with your background knowledge, & your poem is deeply disturbing. Some people a.. read more
Michelle Lauren

4 Years Ago

.... fro my heart to yours ... thx XO
This has been enduring for awhile now...

Posted 4 Years Ago


Michelle Lauren

4 Years Ago

I do draw .... I sketch using mostly graphite and some charcoal ... I have two pictures posted in th.. read more
Chris

4 Years Ago

I too used to use Pencil lead, then moved to pastels...
Michelle Lauren

4 Years Ago

So Chris, do I get to see some of your artwork?

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Michelle Lauren
Michelle Lauren

North of Boston , MA



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I am a self-sustaining woman that has lived life mainly from watching and observing others in my highly dysfunctional family as NOT what to do. My outlook on life and the world we inhabit is dismal at.. more..

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