I am here but not really

I trim my nails
parts of me fall away
as hard crescents on the floor.
A pickled Soul
in a glass jar
fragile as hell.
A bluebottle buzzes near my ear
and sunlight passes through me
translucent as chiffon,
ephemeral as the bluebottle’s
iridescent wing.
I am here but
not really
l was here
but not really.

Interesting poem!
Even not being here, I hope you stay here.

Welcome to LitNet !!!

Enjoyed your poem, especially "A bluebottle buzzes near my ear
and sunlight passes through me
translucent as chiffon,
ephemeral as the bluebottle’s
iridescent wing."

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

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Originally Posted by Danik 2016

Interesting poem!
Even not being here, I hope you stay here.

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Thank you Danik. :)

thanks Tailor....will be posting more if I can successfully log myself in

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Originally Posted by tailor STATELY

Welcome to LitNet !!!

Enjoyed your poem, especially "A bluebottle buzzes near my ear
and sunlight passes through me
translucent as chiffon,
ephemeral as the bluebottle’s
iridescent wing."

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

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thanks Tailor....will be posting more if I can successfully log myself in

Enjoyed your poem. I'm not here either.

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Originally Posted by Jerrybaldy

Enjoyed your poem. I'm not here either.

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Thanks Jerry

Have just reread this. Still great :)