So
he’ll be leaving soon
when he’s been gone
all along.
For a flash of a second, someone turned the blaring overhead lights on when I had painstakingly taken measures to make sure the room was dim.
Low lighting hides all flaws or at the very least, softens them. What’s seen in starkness is garish but undeniably true. I only meant for him to take refuge in the illusion. But.
One can’t un-see what they have seen.
So
he’ll be leaving soon
when he’s been gone
all along.
Great lines.
That’s a very clever image to build the poem thought around, the flash of light stripping away illusion and yes those opening lines are brilliant.
I like how you started it out with the word…
“So”
Kudos, my friend.
Why you gotta outdo my “he saw her bra”?????
Fear not, dear poeticgrin, birdshit and doves trumps my “I only meant for him to take refuge in the illusion” any day. Thanks for the compliment and complaint.
Thank you Paul and Lamar for your comments.
Good point on lighting, literally as well as when used as a metaphor. 🙂 With bright lights, opened eyes can hardly be selective. The memory can be repressed, with time, but the image remains as a lasting imprint when a strong emotion accompanies its capture.
I always turn the lights down and they always turn them back up.
I tried to explain that I left my eyes open for too long and now my eyes are too sensitive.
No one wants to hear that
Thanks for writing this
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