Strangers

So close I can almost
hear your pulse.

I look into your eyes.
And yet

I do not really know you—
shadow-beings,

like light-blind strangers
behind dark windshields

of two cars
passing in the night.

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3 thoughts on “Strangers

  1. The imagery you’ve been coming up with lately has been stunning.

    In this piece, for example, this is brilliant:

    “like light-blind strangers
    behind dark windshields

    of two cars
    passing in the night.”

    Wow. Breathtaking. Where/how do you imagine your metaphors/similes?

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    • Thanks C.C., I’m happy you liked it!

      I take a metaphor anywhere I can find it. I do read a lot, and I’m not ashamed to rework imagery I’ve read and make it my own.

      As simple as it sounds, I also try to look at things with the idea “what is this like? Can I draw any connections that might make a good poem?” It takes more awareness than I seem to have lately. I think when I was younger I was actually a little better at it–more observant, less tied up in my mind with just trying to make it through a day.

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      • I appreciate this answer…thanks, Jeff. I think what you’re saying is about being consciously observant….looking for those opportunities to find connections and creative insights. And, yes, so many things were just a whole lot easier when we were younger, weren’t they? Ha! Ah….the joys of childhood 😛

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