Assumption of Identical

 

Image by Tanya Layko (Таня Лайко)

We are contradictions sharing the same mirror,

neon and neutral blush swimming

a dream to be more than faces

assigned by eyes to be one reflection.

 

I wear my heart in pressed coral while you

keep yours in the secluded view of trusted.

 

We burn the candle at both ends, my wick reaching

the center in an ashy blink, while yours flirts with oxygen

in sputtering wisps of patience.

 

We are from a single stem blooming as different flowers,

the eyes folly identical always flows the same direction.


©Susie Clevenger 2021

I'm honored to have my poem in June 2021 issue of Visual Verse

Comments

  1. scotthastiepoetJune 6, 2021 at 2:41 PM

    Finely fashioned dance between here Susie...I especialy liked :

    "I wear my heart in pressed coral while you

    keep yours in the secluded view of trusted."

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  2. HelenJune 6, 2021 at 5:59 PM

    Susie!!! This is pure magic.

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  3. Ron.June 7, 2021 at 5:09 AM

    Awesome work here SC: and huge congrats on the equally (stunningly) outstanding work at Visual Verse. Beautifully mismatched twins!

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  4. colleenJune 7, 2021 at 6:25 AM

    I love the duality here, the color and flow.

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  5. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJune 7, 2021 at 7:20 AM

    Fascinating distinctions drawn.

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  6. Magaly GuerreroJune 7, 2021 at 8:56 AM

    "We are from a single stem blooming as different flowers". Yes, yes we are.

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  7. RommyJune 7, 2021 at 12:00 PM

    I think there are so many ways this poem can be read and find all of them intriguing.

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  8. indybevJune 8, 2021 at 8:20 AM

    Globally and universally from a single stem blooming as different flowers. How great if everyone considered it so!

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