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My life, sometimes I  ponder,

God.....did he fashion my hands and skin from another?

Am I just a recovered tired vessel,

refurbished lung and breath, reassembled, to be something fragile?

 

My fears and defects I feel are not my own,

borrowed and rented maybe, from someone once known.

Your voice just a proverbial song.

It feels ancient, but like an undercurrent, it carries me along. 

 

My story perhaps is a plagiarism of you,

a reincarnation of what I might answer, and what I might do.

With every deliberate ill-mannered step,

someone before me, has already passed, lingered, and slept.

 

My soul, has it lived before?

It seems to be the same narrow path, but a different revolving door.

Seeking answers in restorative dreams,

this body, however temporary, is not what it seems.

 

My thumbprint, a reminder of her,

your girlish vision, a familiar relic, with a haunting blur.

Is this a case of refuted Deja vu?

Or just maybe, she's a vicarious spirit, that has been there too.

Author's Note

At a very young age, as young as 3 or 4, I would dream over and over again, that I was some young girl from India. Royalty perhaps, or a servant to royalty. I found it odd that I would dream about such a thing at an age, when I had yet to even understand or comprehend countries or cultures such as India. Nevertheless, with these dreams still vivid, and a feeling of deja vu every now and then. I found a picture that reminded me of "Her". The girl in my dreams....

Reviews

[Zainab UF]

Rebirths and reincarnations are aplenty in Indian mythology, but I was really drawn in by the concept when I read about the River Lethe in Greek mythology where souls would go to wash the memories clean of their previous life. It's all so... fascinating.

This is indeed a marvellous poem, searching for answers we may never find. I felt "My story perhaps is a plagiarism of you" was a brilliant line!

[Tomi]

This is very Deep! Great poetry for the soul. Loved every bit of it.

[no sun]

Your past-lives dream is so way more fascinating than mine was. A wonderfully descriptive write with deep meaning and very poetically done. Excellent write!

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This poem brings back memories for me. It reminds me of a dream that I had for years. I traveled a long way for help. At the end of my journey, I found a wise elderly Native American spiritual leader up in the mountains. He looked into my eyes, nodded his head and pointed for me to go back to which I came. Somehow, I left knowing exactly what to do. This poem is deep. It appeals to a part of the human existence that shapes us into who we are spiritually.

[Wondering Mind]

This is very well written, poetically, without losing the hardcore meanings behind what must be a very Intriguing experience that it has been held solid with clarity since early childhood.

[Kimberly "Melody" Carne..]

You writings speak of such things many minds wonder yet we fear to speak of. An old soul, fragile and worn, grasping at your mind trying to show you what you must find in this life time. I thought your writing was beyond wonderful!!!!! I love writings that make me think as well as leaving me to ponder the depths of our own souls. The one thing we can never see, always feel and the more you pay attention to the more transparent and alluring it becomes. You’re amazing!

[Whiskurz]

Beautifully written......Whisk

[MIB]

That was an awesome poem... well done, keep up the amazing work... Oh an with regards to your dream you'll probably like the film 'The Princess Diaries'... really awesome for the whole family :D

[Amila Jay]

This made me go somewhere else... got my imagination running. Like it alot, amazing write:)

[Art Sun]

deja vu...karma...the journey of life is mystical, one only has to look beyond the normality of thought and find the escape into realms that place one...within or out of the reality...nice work...

[Robbie~xoxo~]

It's amazing to remember such vivid dreams as a young child, even more so, at 3 or 4yrs, but I believe that your memories can be compartmentalized in the mind...You have an intriguing way of depicting this subject... bringing awareness to this Deja vu. Superb work!.. Execellent write.