Reflection Pulling Reflection

Reflection Pulling Reflection

A Poem by Andrew Nelson Stewart
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The Dragon-fly drawing a photo finish. All I can do is stare, nothing more than convalescing things.

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I speak when I'm near,

my notebooks shredding feels of home through runs of fingertips

that I can no longer hold,


 Beginning to break in sounds you'd hear in a distance away, away from life playing its songs


 Though being safe,

  only thought I was while beneath lamps hovering ideas,

sometimes it gets used and other times I know little that this lion was caged long before I found the key.


These silhouettes that used to keep me company, now left me in silence,

Left me alone picking pieces of frames, a bit of emotions I have left over


 Glimpses of a faded reflection molding some figures to keep,

  reminded what these uniforms used to look like,


The one I wore from a dance in moonlight's anniversary,

The one I washed from time to time, to keep the purity in a bottle

 to shake up when I got nervous of newly grounds,

The one that was a gift I would never let go of, even in walks to the bridge that talks to me when I walk across.

 The one that felt the same temperatures of time living in different weathers.

    

  Casting strong shadows as having such a surface,

                             To

      Looking in a house on the edge of the world,


                      To ask it's windows


 Am I dying alone? I'm scared, missed being carried to sleep ,


 Hiding under places that a inner child knew, that knew nothing about hearts


                                 Until,

          a future part of it fell to the ground.

© 2016 Andrew Nelson Stewart


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Beautifully written! thanks for sharing

Posted 7 Years Ago


Deep inner thoughts expressed so
well, you may have read my mind,
I have been reading all night but this
is the best l have read so far...

Posted 7 Years Ago


Andrew Nelson Stewart

7 Years Ago

I appreciate it my friend, poetry is the gateway to truly find what you can't explained often or can.. read more

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Added on April 13, 2016
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Tags: memories, damaged goods, pain, deep in one's pool

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Andrew Nelson Stewart
Andrew Nelson Stewart

Petaluma , CA



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Im active in the Performing Arts, Currently known as the Petaluma Michael Jackson ( YouTube channel @ Andrwjacksonable). I'm cautious guy and dedicated to my work and values. I placed God and family i.. more..

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