The secrets of my youth
Tucked neatly in a trunk
Stored in the far recesses of my mind
Refusing to be sealed under lock and key
Unwanted memories ooze through cracks
Like a fine swirling mist
They entwine themselves
Among otherwise innocuous recollections
Overshadowing scintillas of innocence
There she is - a phantom in the mist
A smirk upon her face
My partner in crime
The knower of my misdeeds
Just as I know hers
I long to reach out to her
But the hidden layers are considerable
And I fear the trunk will spring open under pressure
Through the undulating haze
Her enigmatic gaze remains upon me
I acquiesce and let her look
W3 Prompt #84: Wea’ve Written Weekly’s poet of the week, Selma, prompts us to write a memory poem of 100-300 words about a person from our past looking in on us. The poem must end with the phrase ‘[l]et him/her look’.
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What an excellent poem Jennifer
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Thank you, Sadje!😊
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You’re most welcome
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Oooooh… how eerie…! ❤
Well written, Jenn!
Much love,
David
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Thank you, David!😊
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Hi, Jenn! ❤
Just wanna let you know that this week's W3, hosted by the lovely ladysighs, is now live:
Enjoy!
Much love,
David
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So well written. Thanks for participating. Happy Holidays.
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Thank you, Selma. Happy holidays to you as well!🙂
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Thanks dearly J
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A phantom….
Well said!!
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Thank you, Syl!🙂
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Through the undulating haze
Her enigmatic gaze remains upon me
I acquiesce and let her look
The ending of your poem was just fabulous! I had all kinds of visions dancing in my head 🙂
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Thank you!😊
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Jen this one is haunting indeed! I love the way you ended this one!
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Thank you, Val! 😊
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hi! This is a beautiful poem! Well done you have a real talent! Xoxo
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Thank you so much, Carol Anne! 😘
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