Reflection

Reflection

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier

Reflection

With fine inspiration,

I sip coffee every morning,

looking for the words

that play tricks

on my mind.

 

Otherwise;

cold and cloudy,

muddled in the middle,

an everyday beginning

for someone

so strange.

 

And from the paint

on my toes,

looking past

colored perfection,

I dream of

days gone by.

 

Pulling on the corners

of my pillow case.

 

Daydreams of

beer over ice,

good sunglasses

and a skirt

that fits,

just rite.

 

I have reconciled

a bitter past,

and see in

precious memories,

the moments of yesterday.

 

Only to again,

be called home.

© 2010 Abigale LeCavalier


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I enjoyed reading this. It was very soothing and it's such a fine write.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Great job. I'll be reading more of your work, whenever the chance comes!

Posted 12 Years Ago


awwwww, this is nice . . . quiet moments, left alone to our own dusty thoughts, somewhere in the middle of where we ought to be . . . you said it all . . .

perfectly

Posted 12 Years Ago


a train of thought, a personal soliloquy.
Intriguingly presented in poetic prose
Which leaves me wondering

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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