Poetry Day #2: Me Times Three

 I'm in a poetry kick today. As some of you may know, on my other blog, Plenty of Hours, I got a shuffle to write a haiku. After said haikus I got in to the mood to try to write a story like  normally do, but in the format of a poem. It's no Beowulf or Odyssey or Paul Revere for that matter, but it's something I've never tried before. Let me know what you think!

Today I saw me times three.

One who played aggressively on the court,

Two sat on the bench fixated upon a report,

And Me Number Three relaxed beneath the Lonely Tree.

They were all the same as me in every way,

Long dark and silky hair,

An ocean deep blue stare,

And skin as tan as a French latte.

It was only I who seemed to react,

My mouth as wide as a double door.

I prayed that there could not be any more,

For my brain could no longer abstract.

“What the hell is happening here?”

I unconsciously said aloud.

I quickly covered my eye as if to enshroud.

“Please tell me I’m looking at a mirror.”

I heard the basketball game slowly waive

Number One must have heard my cry.

I prayed to god hoping she was shy,

And not someone as insanely brave.

I twisted my torso to show my back,

The sound of footsteps slowly crescendoed.

The beating of my heart quickly zeroed.

Oh god was I having a heart attack?

“Why do we look the same?”

She spoke panting yet sweet.

I withdrew my hands knowing I was effete.

“Please tell me you at least have a different name.”

From this I could tell she was in shock,

“My name is Emily J. Poke,”

The words trembled as I spoke.

My copy said nothing, all she did was gawk.

When she spoke her voice was as thin as her bones,

“My name is Jamie T. Gin,

Are you my long lost twin?”

I took it she didn’t see the other clones.

I simply shook my head side-to-side,

“Look north that way by the bench,”

I said pointing my thumb and resisting to blench.

My clone look that away and her mouth grew wide.

“I see two more of us that way,”

She whispered and pointed to number Two,

“The look like they’re having the same conversation as me and you.”

I looked and I saw Two and Three conversing as if some cliché.

Me Two and Three waved at us,

They waved the way old friends do.

“Do you think they want us to come to?”

I said trying as if to discuss.

“I say let them come here,”

Number One said taking a seat

My clone look depressed almost deadbeat.

“Until then, I need a beer.”