(a second time posting)
T'was a short poem I was reading...
I had started writing
My comments,
When...
Along came a very strange feeling,
With very strange thoughts:
"This... has exactly happened before...
This poem...I have read before...
Written these very same thoughts before!"
Over and over, I blinked... had to make sure...
But, all at once... one brief moment...
I found myself seated beside a grand piano,
By a wide ostentatious stairway,
In a bright, candle-lit mansion...
But, stranger still, while I was writing,
My eyes strayed to my right,
To a mirror by the wall...
I saw a handsome young man,
With slightly long curly hair,
Wearing a long-sleeved, white ruffled shirt
And a pair of dark pants,
Holding paper and quill,
Looking back at me.
I was staring at myself!!!
I was holding the paper,
Where I had written my thoughts,
About a poem titled,
"....WILT...."
Sally
Copyright November 5, 2013
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Below is Timothy's poem,
the reason for my "Deja Vu."
WILT
The wilting of the flowers;
Ephemeral bubble bursts;
The last grains of sand run out;—
I wilt just like flow'rs.
~Timothy~
Dodoitsu.
© Timothy 30 July, 2013.
Unbelievable....but true...
Some years ago, I was reading Timothy's poem titled WILT....
I was typing my comments, and in a split second,
I suddenly found myself there....in that strange setting.