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The Meeting

Today 
I met my own 
mortality
For the first time 
And she didn't look
In the slightest bit
How I expected 
To be quite honest
She had no 
Distinguishing features
At all
Blended right in
With the motorway
And the traffic 
The road kill
And the crash barriers
On reflection 
It's possible she 
Wore a knowing look
The one that says
It happens to us all
What makes you think
You're so special
And then she was 
Gone
Leaving me with 
Nothing 
But emptiness 
And a feeling 
Of the unshakeable 
fragility 
Of life 

 

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Comments

Travis Brow

Thu 31st Jul 2014 15:41

This one's ace.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sun 13th Jul 2014 14:36

Your work is always clever, but never annoyingly smart-ass. That is a hard border to judge sometimes, and many poets are scared to death of it, wanting to be considered 'one of the guys/gals' and not, God forbid! intellectual. Your metaphysics here are capturing. Would that be very 'Plato'?

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Graham Sherwood

Sat 12th Jul 2014 23:18

I think this is rather clever. Well written TW

<Deleted User> (9882)

Sat 12th Jul 2014 21:55

off the top shelf again.x

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