Rhia Madison Thomer Poet Narrative

She Came Saying "violet"

Who is she?
What girl there, do you recognize her?
I, I do not know who she is...
tell me, who are you?
"Look in the mirror to find out
look into these eyes"
No, no I do not know you,
just go away.
 With that; hands trembling, break
the mirror there
watching herself fall into pieces.
"But I am you silly, I am a part
        of you.
I can't really make this
          stop
but won't you please,
         let me out to play."
 "See, look;
          we
        can't feel a thing now
 you stay right here
    in this moment,
and I shall play the part
    of you
 in this wonderful show called
         LIFE."
 who are you though?
"Me? Why I am you. But you,
      you may call me Violet."

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William Kershaw July 13, 2009 at 5:32 PM Hello Violet, My intimate friends call me Ismael. You may call me what you wish. Love, Will