athena bell

Scary Movies - Poem by athena bell

I stared at myself
wondering what was there
wondering what could be there
wondering what others saw
when seeing what IS there

but contemplating

my eyes dark
i stared

unconsciously i
went closer
to the reflection
closer to my eyes

black hole grew
grew dark and

my vision did not blur
so much so that i was somewhere

i wasn't thinking
vision focused
mind blurred

i grew closer
went nearer to my self

out of the corner
corner of these eyes
my frown
my mouth
passive mouth

sly intent

my face
now clear
new grin
shocked and shaken
refocus redim

was it my eyes catching more light
was it my sight
playing tricks
those tricks on me

or did i finally
really see

scary movies

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  • (2/14/2010 4:17:00 PM)

    Boo! I love the way you resolve this... the tension that builds and builds in thumbnail stanzas, as you get closer and closer to who you might be... till... THEN you want to reread it all in the light of the end! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 14, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 14, 2010

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