Audrey Stephenson

But Perhaps You Where Never Really Mine At All

I need to know that I will become lost somewhere
Autumn leaves beckon the beguiling smiles of the sun
Just to abandon the rites of the seasons
When their turn has yet to come

I see you sitting at a little greek coffee shop swallowed by bougainvilleas with clenching little hands

How one can forget love in the time of cholera is beyond me
But perhaps you where never really mine at all

But who can deny the scars of adolescence?
Even ashes dance around in the winds joy!

Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 11, 2007
Poem Edited: Sunday, April 24, 2011

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  • Fred Babbin (5/11/2008 4:45:00 PM)

    Love your metaphors. But sometimes getting what you're saying requires a stretch. And maybe I'm just lazy.

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  • Winsy Ng (12/31/2007 12:22:00 PM)

    were you somehow inspired by Garcia Marquez's book? you referenced to it well

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  • Linda Weischedel (11/11/2007 11:44:00 PM)

    This was pretty cool.
    Always,
    Linda

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