Sunday, December 1, 2013

LIFE IS A REFLECTION OF POETRY



MONICA
I was looking for a poem
when you found a weary me.
I knew I would never
be able to find her alone.
Thank you for finding me.       

Again.

© M Durfee
12.1.2013

14 comments:

  1. again.
    thank goodness for hose that keep finding us eh?

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    1. It is good Brian to be found especially when you're busy not looking to be found. Monica is cool and on my worst day I would prefer she come looking for me.

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  2. Can poetry find someone who is hiding?

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    1. It always has found me Charles and i have become a master at hiding myself when I choose to.

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    1. Hmmm Pick a wandering soul of your own choice Ivan and you will find that Monica will find you when you are not looking but thinking about where she might be.

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  4. Good for Monica, although I've been finding you right here for years.

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    1. Not to be contrary Alice but you have truly been finding my poetry here for years and some pictures of me as I once was at a reading but like all creatures I am a touch more complex than the sum of my output.

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  5. I love this, Mark, starting with a very true title...

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    1. hat's cool Vesper but please don't think I wrote this from a romantic portion of my soul, my sandy gritty love part maybe, which you know is hard nough for me to find as it is--but Monica, she be special.

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  6. Mark-whatever finds you smiling...xo

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  7. A beautiful one, Mark. I'm glad that she found you.

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