Chapter 17

 

If Karen Field could see herself,

objectively, on the bench by the lake, 

 

she might think—there's an attractive,

confident woman. 

 

She might even envy the woman,

seemingly at peace, 

 

soaking up the late afternoon sun, 

admiring the last rays 

 

glinting off snowy Pilatus across Lake Luzern 

as tourists cross the Kappelbrüke, 

 

wandering back to hotels, hostels, and assignations,

she might give the world to be that woman.

 





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Written on 2017-11-08 at 13:54

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Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
You welcome Jim and no need to thanks me my friend
2017-11-09


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I must confess that I'm baffled. This poem seems to have folded in on itself. I can't tell where Karen actually is.
2017-11-09


Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
You write it so good well done Jim, to see yourself it is very difficult some time, then other to see us.
2017-11-08


Rob Graber
A most interesting perspective on perspective. The suggestion seems to be that at least for this woman, the self-critical faculty is winning out over vanity?
2017-11-08



Too often we cannot see ourselves as others see us.
Ashe
2017-11-08