The Poet Views the Poem

Where am I in my poem

Where do I end
and you begin?

Ephemeral ideas
born of ambient love,
the color of yellow roses
pinked by the sun.

I dare not separate
the you from the I
for fear of losing you.

And so we flow together
indistinct in form
vibrant in substance.

The gentlest reader,
The most pernicious reader
cannot prise us apart.

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Reviews

[ice]

Very nice, Audrey, and welcome to WC... :-)
I have coversations with my poems, sounds odd, I know, but I also talk to trees and animals, so I guess having arguments with words is not so strange.

"I dare not separate
the you from the I
for fear of losing you."

That stanza says it all..

The poem was well worth the read.

[Ashley]

loved it. this was written masterfully. i agree neva flores, the flow is excellent. and it really does capture the romance of writing, and the relationship between writer and work.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Wonderfully romantic and oh what a flow........:)