Having Survived Myself I Lean Away
You know that
but not
why
the mockingbird mocks,
or how one note
marries others,
forming blissful
chords. And the skies
flaring each night
betraying your willful
ignorance,
while you paint
the words for love
in seven languages
you can’t
speak.
Where are you now,
whose bodies
have you denied,
wrapped in linen,
bagged or boxed,
arriving unseen?
Sagging, I observe your
counted victories, the
smirk claiming
exceptionalism
and destiny or
nobility of purpose,
as even your own shadow
recoils.
This first appeared here in October 2015.


A shadow “recoiling”… fantastic imagery. Once again, the Master speaks!
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If shadows only had choices…
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when shadows have choice… Amaterasu will rejoice…
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One of my ABSOLUTELY most favorites
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Thank you, Candice. You’ve made my day!
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It loses none of its power and beauty in the repeat, Bob.
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Thanks, Cate. I ‘m glad it still works.
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Go and visit the war cemeteries in Northern France. They are gobsmackingly beautiful and strangely peaceful.
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i’ve seen them in photos, but not in person. Maybe someday.
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Even in darkness there is a light.
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But a good flashlight helps. 🙂
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Superb, from title to diction to line breaks and enjambment. Seems rather prophetic that it appeared in October 2015, not October 2016, too! Very nice, Bob.
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Thanks, Leigh.
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Thank you for reposting; I missed it the first time. “the smirk claiming exceptionalism” has always disturbed me.
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We, the people, are so easily duped…
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Unfortunately, yes.
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This is both beautiful and sad. Will we ever learn?
(Incidentally, when I speak to the Mockingbird, he cocks his head and listens…!)
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Thank you, Carrie. I like to think that we can learn, but…
I adore mockingbirds!
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And so it’s been said, shadow recoiling, what a piece of history.
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Thank you. The shadows know…
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The key words, “mocks,” bagged or boxed,” “smirk”…The “you” here is a collective you. Plug in any name or names. Excellent work!
Thank you for liking my “Self” poem!
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Thanks very much, Alan.
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I admire the chances you take in the transitions between images!
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Thank you. All I can do is try!
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