You may feel me gone
slivers of distance
in speech
Yes, you may well feel me gone
a ghost giving lip service
in vague whispers
and if you haven’t felt me gone
you may wake to find
the last splinter
upon my pillow
a tiny annoying barb
cushioned the way it had always been in my soul
until I removed
the nasty little sucker
now you’ll know I’ve gone
and the phantom pain
will linger
for quite some time
maybe for both of us
but I suspect only one
will feel any real depth
for dverse poets meeting the bar: Conceit.
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I like the comparison. I love the line “slivers of distance”. 🙂
oh snap…what a last line eh? yes, after removing that sliver, it might ache for a bit, but i bet freedom from it will feel so much better….smiles.
Ah yes, few cannot relate.
oh heck…that sounds tough… yet sometimes it’s better to remove those slivers for the overall healthiness… a well chosen metaphor..
“slivers of distance”- perfect metaphor. Well-penned…
sad scenario
slivers and splinters
in the eye of the beholder?
The barb removed, the flesh will heal, let’s hope so the soul.
Very powerful.
A well drawn comparison, a hard situation.
Oh this sound painful love the sliver as a metaphor worked very well.
Slivers of distance in speech, a ghost giving lip service, the last splinter upon my pillow: this is painful poetry (or painful subject portrayed in poetry) with consummate poise and control.
I think you may have answered my question about the back fence.