Raine asked in Arts & HumanitiesPoetry · 2 months ago

What do you make of this poem? What does it mean? ?

"You are my mirror, my 


My eyes flicker to the light of a burning wish

My mage, my love locket sat to my breast 

Fragment of bone 

kept in a seed, embalmed 

And reversed, born again - feet first

It's as if the clay mold I made of you 

Was only element of a dream 

I fall sad the way you fall ill,

The way others fall asleep 

Living is pain, knitting wounds and mending scars 

Telling tales and breaking bread

Your face glistens with a million teeth shattering in his reflection

He makes me want to

breathe again"

1 Answer

  • 2 months ago

    poetry that does not rhyme

    was written in too short a time

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