Shadow Touch

Posted on November 2, 2015 by chimerapoet

Chimera Poetry

Shadow Touch ~
You saw me a thousand times but never actually knew I was there.
You walked past me
shared buses and libraries and an occasional lecture.
But you never saw me,
never looked at me in a way that stopped and hooked your eyes into 
noticing
like a blurred photo sharpened.
And I….
I never stepped out from the bland safety of the background.
I never tried to hold your eyes with a smile or a gesture.
Perhaps if I’d put on a layer of protective face paint and hid behind large glasses
and played music
you may have dropped a quarter in my hat 
and looked
with a curiosity about what was really there
and in that moment
more than just our shadows may have touched.
But I never did and you never did and there was no fault…
It’s just the way of the solitary heart.

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About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. Not.....me. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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1 Response to Shadow Touch

  1. Jane Dougherty says:
    November 2, 2015 at 7:49 am

    How strange that the line this excerpt ends with could actually be the last line of the poem. Very touching. A delicate probing of the subtle ways we go wrong.

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