Friday, September 9, 2011 at 10:59 pm | Posted in Life, Poetry | 2 Comments
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I’ve been here before haven’t I?
they call it déjà vu
it’s French
they have the prettiest words, don’t they?

I’ve felt this before, this feeling
this kind of emptiness
in my stomach
where you think maybe something is missing,
like a part
do they have a word for that?
that encompasses all that emptiness in your entrails
that was an alliteration
those are pretty too, aren’t they?

I’ve thought all this before, haven’t I?
and I’ve written it down too,
in different words
but it never seems enough
you can always find more words
more, more, more
but more words don’t fill those empty spaces
they don’t become the missing parts
of my puzzle.




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  1. Sona, I read your poem on Tom Baker’s blog and loved it. This one Puzzle is nice too.

  2. Thanks Charli! It means a lot that someone out there appreciates these blurbs that come to me sometimes.


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