Poems from Elle's perspective

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A connection,
a bond
that seems so solid
yet it slips through my fingers
as insubstantial as fog.

Day after day
I search for the writing on the wall,
bending my knees,
looking for the elusive point of view,
that angle that will illuminate the meaning for me
to no avail.

I stand in the dark.

Then one day I see the writing,
out of fucking nowhere,
but it's just one fragment
of the jigsaw puzzle.


Free verse. Written 28 April 2015.

Inspired by Charlie ~ and Cinn .