my world began with you
you created those tree-lined shores
we walked along
you created the lake that
we swam skin to skin under summer’s moon
you designed the world around us
of nature, bird song, and meadowsweet breezes
you were my world
now, like a film played backwards
the raven cascade of your hair
erases rather than raises the darkly pine
your dress blows backward taking lake and sky
you will not speak, nor look at me
are you erasing one world to create another?
am I be be erased or enhanced?
removed or reconfigured
my world begins and ends with you
Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #133. Image by sirlounge.com.
Oh, and incase you missed the invite, my frilly freudian slip is phylor and adh [a darkened house] collaborative café. Drop by for a story, read a poem, have a brew. The doors are always open. Those who knew the phylor side of my personae can get to know the adh side. And remember one head can be as good as two (or the hundred others I have archived: boxed; shelved; and #’d ).