Not her

When I look back,

I see it now

the figure you etched of me

was never mine

A thing of assumption 

you forged

Sketching me on a page  

tinged by the past

You dressed me 

in the wintry tones of your heart

Violets of your rage 

You brushed me with the pale blue

of your empty dawns

Colors not mine at all

In my quest for shape 

I gave you all of me

Hoping for the definition 

I had always longed 

But your pencil was skewed

and all that surfaced 

was your idea of me 

So now when you say,

"This is not her."

You are, indeed, so right.

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I adored the complete poem and I wanted to know more dear Divya.
(You dressed me
in the wintry tones of your heart
Violets of your rage
You brushed me with the pale blue
of your empty dawns
Colors not mine at all)
The above lines. So delicate and meaningful thoughts. Few shall see us as who we are. Thank you dear friend for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[DIVYA]

Dear Coyote,
Thank you so much for such a wonderful review! You've absolutely made my day, my dear friend! This poem of realization has taken on such a glow after you appreciated it! ❤️

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Divya. We need to slow down. Have real talks and listen. You are welcome my dear friend.

[Aarti Sriram]

An emotional piece written so Intelligently. Whoever has known us completely and rarely figured us truly as we actually are!!.. waiting to read more from you dear Divya!

[DIVYA]

Thank you so much Aarti! Such a wonderful review! ❤️

[Dennis Wolf]

We've no control how distorted someone else's idea of us is, but just as well... The world would be boring otherwise, eh? We just love those moments when the other person seems to "get it" even if it is only for a moment... 🤔

But then, the majority of our lives, we spend forgetting who we are to play some character which we try to shape in a way that others will hopefully see in the same light as we do.... 🤔
Nicely written

[DIVYA]

Thank you Dennis. The reality of relationships is that one falls in love with own's emotional needs and then tries to fit the other person to those needs. It wouldn't be wrong to say that it is seldom about the person one professes to love. A love affair is primarily an entanglement with one's own emotional landscape.
Not sure how precisely I'm abale to convey what I'm really thinking here lol.

[Dennis Wolf]

Well, that's basically it. People playing characters 🤔
Cheers

[John the Baptist]

I get the impression that the parting with this person was something less than amicable. Very nice use of imagery to depict the residual anger and contempt. This experience should be filed under "lessons."

[DIVYA]

Yes...Indeed John. And the lessons keep coming all our lives. Life is indeed a great school. Thank you very much for such kind words, my friend