Mirrors

I think its all a dream
The cloudless skies are a ceiling
And the sad violin music as you walk by
The small orange condo
Daisies line the sidewalk
And the quiet eucalipty whisper
I miss the laughter and the piano
You played so well
No one listens to jazz you know
Are you soloing for me?

I think the mirrors are conversing in the empty house

I wish my soul wouldn’t spill out like torn clothes spilling out of open drawers





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the_Horsegirl This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 4, 2010 at 3:02 pm
I love this poem. I especially think that the second and third lines are very well written. However, I think that the last line should not be so long. It sounds kind of awkward the way it is. Maybe you should just take it out and end the poem with the line about the mirrors.
 
leora said...
Sept. 20, 2009 at 7:54 pm
omigosh.........
yeah, wow.
<3
 
yaelephant5 replied...
Sept. 20, 2009 at 11:39 pm
inspired by musicians like yourself
 
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