Poetry Month, Day 17: Communion


We sit in our sterile boxes
Seeing images depicting
Other places
Other lives
And we hunger for something
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:


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