She walks like me
She talks like me
She dresses like me
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I love this poem, it's a puzzle, it leaves lots to the imagination and makes the reader think but not only that, it has rhythm and rhyme :)
Vanessa, i read the comments and i read the poem 3 times. are you talking about yourself and your self? ? i see several readers think it is two separate people; i have my doubts. but i guess not knowing for sure allows the readers to interpret the poem as they wish. in either case i enjoyed the structure and sound of the poem. thanks for sharing! bri
Ah, this is a little sad really but also interesting. I wonder how many beautiful friendships never get started because of shyness.....
Good poem, do I detect a pun? Read mine - Indebted - Adeline
Walk to her with a gift The ice will surely drift Status quo will shift positively :)
I think we often misunderstand people because of shyness, either theirs or our own. Well written.
A lovely observation of the diffidence that holds so many of us from each other. Beautifully structured.
This is terrific, I love the last line of each stanza being one word only and an adjective sounded in seeming frustration or kind understanding.
I said, Why not try To both saying 'Hi' But she's quite shy Unfortunately So on we go But at least I know Why she says hello Occasionally At least you know. A very neat little poem. Loved it. 10
The verses are as light and as swift as footsteps. I love the last one word line in the stanzas. I love to read what happened next.....Thanks for sharing.
a typical city bred neighbour.................put in so simple words..................wow! !
Very interesting, I feel as though this can be interpreted in many different ways. Great stuff, beautiful poetry.
With my life I am at strife Neighbors come Neighbors go But life, an epic It ever flows The closest self My best beau But I hardly Its line toe So many years With it I grow Seldom my looks On it I throw Others hubby Others wife Eternal fantasy Of my life Ever interested In neighbor’s life With my life I am at strife