On Contemplation

I tried to understand you

In order to understand myself

The prayer being the 'mirror'

For my contemplation

I excavated my 'idea of you'

Shaped always by my own carefully honed thoughts

My perfect ideology was never found

Neither satisfied or filled with discontent

I found myself a perfect shell

Whose 'echo' was devoid of argument

yvette m smith feb 09

poem by Yvette Smith
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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