Who Am I?
I am just a wisp,
a vision caught
at the edge of your eye.
I am just a thought,
a touch on the arm
you almost don’t feel.
I am just a memory
pulled back down to earth.
I am just an image
of what could be
but is not.
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To hear me reading this poem, simply click on the link below. Wait a few seconds for it to begin.
This poem originally appeared in The Aroostook Review, May 2006
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Note: the rainbow picture is my own, but the beautiful purple flower is by Yolanda Litton, one of my favorite photographers.
A Poet in Time 
Your poetry is honest.
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I think all good poetry should reflect some honesty of the poet, and your comment is appreciate, Laura.
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very nice poem… liked it… 🙂
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Many thanks!
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Thanks for following my blog so I could read yours! 🙂
What a beautiful poem too! 🙂
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gentle. beautiful. touching.
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Thank you, J. 😊
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A beautiful poem that takes me to a place that has meaning. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you so much, Lois. 💕
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Lovely.
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Thank you. 😊
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This really touched me, Mary. After my son died, I experienced what your poem describes. Beautiful.
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Michelle, thank you. I’m so sorry for your loss.
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Thank you, Mary. If it’s okay with you, I would like to print out your poem.
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Of course. I would be honored. If you prefer I can send you a neatly formatted copy in a word doc. 💕
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Thank you, I would love that.
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Send me an email. I’m at a.poet.in.time@gmail.com
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It’s all just lovely, Mary.
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Thank you.
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