More than one.
I am an Introvert;
recharging best in solitude,
exhausting most when socializing,
yet I still prefer we over just me.
We can discuss things I didn't know.
We can carry two different ends of a long table.
We can feel-think-and-move independently of each other.
We is better than just me.
With just me and no you to make we,
I am a tree in the forest falling unheard,
nothing more than a proverbial sight unseen,
the very definition of a nobody.
With we there's us and infinite possibilities.
| another_proser |
pieces of me
fragments.
incohesive pieces.
An identity scattered;
part genetics
part molded.
Opinionated,
but open minded.
Quiet and meek,
but full of passion.
Full of hope
but cynical at
every turn.
Hoping
she ain't broken,
she apologizes
for bumping into
furniture
but will expel a
lion's roar
to protect her soul.
Confused
at the thought of
explaining an existence
with a core that is
constant
with
constantly changing variables.
[image source: http://www.fubiz.net/en/2015/02/05/mirror-obsession-photography/]
When Shadows Reflect
Lonely Lotus swaying in the breeze,
trading some news with passing bees,
among an endless sea of padded lilies.
The water ripples shimmeringly,
displaced by the plunk of a seed,
wavering all that blue and green,
found on the surface, reflecting.
A very surreal conjuring,
found in eyes wandering,
along a stems sauntering
reflection, in shadow.
What I see is Topsy-Turvy,
it looks a whole lot like we
are an underworld beneath
a different kind of padded-lily...
With a dark lotus kissing the breeze,
trading the news with passing bees,
among a sister-sea of padded-lilies.
-M.E.
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Pawn to King
A pawn trapped in life
Moved by some
Manipulated by more
On exceptional occasion
Claws across the field
Hoping beyond hope
To survive the war
To slay the final foe
To earn the spoils
To live as a king.
A king to many
His freedom, an illusion
He manipulates all
As others Pull his strings
His gilded life
A ornate prison
As he dreams
A simpler life
His own will free
As a simple pawn
Life in Reverse
Golden gecko
lapping crystal water
diamond drops
reflecting in pond.
I expect the little guy
to wink at me
but he has no eyelids.
Sheds his skin
Becomes
a laundered version
every 2 to 4 weeks.
Many teeth
lots of extras
no cavities
100 teeth to spare
I imagine him grinning
a Pepsodent smile.
Reflection in the water
shows his true colors
sipping sustenance
emulating
his mirror image.