Poetry Month, Day 17: Communion

Communion

We sit in our sterile boxes
Alone
Silent
Seeing images depicting
Other places
Other lives
And we hunger for something
Ephemeral
But felt
A nameless, intangible longing
For something we may never have known
Perhaps these are echoes of a long-forgotten past
Perhaps shadows from the dreamscape
The question is how to handle the feeling:
To shake it off
Or to acknowledge it,
As a nod from an oddly familiar stranger

Copyright ©2015 C. Mitchell

“Coy Flirtation”, taken circa 1910.
Photograph from Mike Fitzpatrick‘s Antique photos.
Found on MessyNessyChic:
http://www.messynessychic.com/2013/08/21/preserved-moments-of-historical-sass-vol-5/%5B/caption%5D

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