"Poetic Bloomings: etheree"
A
Stranger
Strolls in, and
Plops himself down
In your favorite
Recliner, props his feet
On your wife’s coffee table.
Smirking at you with your own face.
Your voice, not yours, snags onto your brain,
“Now how long do you plan to be content?”
*based on Shelley's supposed encounter with his doppelganger just before his death
that would be freaky
ReplyDeleteInteresting premise, well-executed.
ReplyDelete- glad to see you writing again. Moskowitz
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Totally on my list of things to do Mosk! As soon as I can manage it without little people screaming in the background ;)
ReplyDeleteI've always thought so too, Linda....
ReplyDeleteStrange and interesting. I'll have to research Shelley's doppelganger.
ReplyDeletewow. scary with a powerful wake up punch
ReplyDeleteat the end. well done.