To Others

how many versions of you exist in the universe?

Does the way I exist in your mind

Make me any less real to someone else?

To the person I sat next to on the train,

To the boy I kissed with rum sweet lips,

To my own mother.

On the train I was a shoulder bump

A face reflected in the window

And a tumble of chestnut hair.

Lips trapping a little snippets

Of a simple melody.

In a down home bar on 14^th street

I was a punch-drunk goddess

Made up of warm curves swaying gently

In a red dress through a smokey haze.

Smiling with teeth that glint past half moon lips.

At home I was small.

A cap sleeve dress and button eyes

That would never quite be the right color.

Silent in my porcelain skin and buckled shoes,

Admired from my place on the top shelf. 

Reviews

[David Fawkes]

Much like your more recent poem, you have a very exciting talent for vivid imagery! 'rum sweet lips', 'tumble of chesnut hair', 'punch drunk goddess' to the glistening teeth of the half moon smile that greatly depicts the image of the red dress wearer with porcelain skin. Your use of imagery is quite striking in depicting your scenario, makes it very easy to absorb and connect with while adding to its heightened sense of realism. Very impressive piece.

[ohsograceful]

and so it seems another version is born :) thanks

[H L Rose]

I really enjoyed reading this! It’s such an intriguing thought expressed really well.
Glad to have come across it!

[Davidgeo]

Best thing I've read all month.

[Gejodi]

Nicely penned.....I close my eyes and see a cocoon slightly torn with a butterfly trying to escape confinement an awakening perhaps a message to some ...I exist!

[JacobMarloe]

The way we have lived doesn't seem to equate to anything in particular, however it's memory is like poetry. It's filled with bright moments mirrored only by dark reflections for which we have so little time to comprehend but with such minds there's an eternity of expression. I enjoyed imagining what yours might have been. Thanks for sharing.

[ohsograceful]

sometimes I feel like I can see their fleeting shadows following me, noticeable only by their slightly off beat movement, thanks for understanding