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Looking Into Me

August 26, 2021
By Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
148 articles 41 photos 1014 comments

Favorite Quote:
The universe must be a teenage girl. So much darkness, so many stars.
--me


I looked back into me

In the light of the house I’d moved away from.

No fire or hurricane or gas leak

Drove us away

We just faded slowly into a new house.

Sidewalks grow shorter

Bridges and towers crumble

Little glass shards on the naked feet of time

I look at my world like writing on a Lincoln penny

Sailing past my hands to fountains I’ll never know.

I looked back into me

In the light of the house I’d moved away from

The grass and windows had all changed

Like a key and time signature flying into a song unknown

How could it be

I’d lived in this strange house

From ages two to eight?

Blue lead garage, towers of bricks, toppled fences—

Houses can crumble in a hundred ways

Treasures melt in my palms

Gold doorknobs lead to junk rooms.

I think I’ve come back

When I’m just a lost fish struggling upstream

Never to return

To my little child self.

I looked back into me

In the light of a house I’d moved away from—

I didn’t know my reflection

A stranger stared back

Through my eyes.


The author's comments:

It is done in the introspective writing style of an early 70s soft-rock song.


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mossywall GOLD said...
on Aug. 31 2021 at 10:42 am
mossywall GOLD, Newton, Massachusetts
12 articles 11 photos 7 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I believe every human has a finite number of heartbeats. I don't intend to waste any of mine." - Neil Armstrong

This is beautiful. I love the language and how it seems like you're describing a person as well as a house and an event!

on Aug. 31 2021 at 7:16 am
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
200 articles 23 photos 1053 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)

"Upon his bench the pieces lay
As if an artwork on display
Of gears and hands
And wire-thin bands
That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]

ive only moved once, as a toddler