Published July 21, 2009
I see a lady shaped like me
Withering at the other side of the fountain,
which is, for the moment, a tranquil liquid life.
She is at first petite, this lady is,
but she shrivels between the bows made
by her own shadows
and the shadow of the statue above us
until she is no more but
perhaps, a bubble of non-fading memories.
Points:
Time spent:
IP address:
Canary word: Present
Possible AI signals:
Original Text:
Are you sure you want to delete this comment? This cannot be undone.
Mark this comment as a review? Points will be awarded to the poster.
Your comment was posted, but it wasn’t long enough to count as a review. Reviews need about four complete sentences (at least 250 characters). Try writing another review that explains your thoughts in more detail — the author will appreciate it, and you’ll earn points for it.
142,262 Literary Works • 677,103 Reviews
thanks:)
I think this piece is great.
An isolated moment in time where the speaker witnesses a metamorphosis.
The lady is a reflection of the speaker, maybe her past self?
What is the statue all about? Is it because "She is at first petite" ?
The poem is so elusive, Well Done