26 Apr


I am not a shadow

nor an invention

nor a character created

for a virtual life

to inhabit scenarios

of make-believe

role play

and pretend.


I am not a projection

a fantasy

a construction

of someone

I would like to be.


I am not just

an avatar

I am corporeal

of flesh and blood

a heart that pumps

a mind that thinks.

A hunger

that burns.


And if I should play

a game

in any way

in any context

it is always

for real.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written and posted this time last year. Still true.

Art by Jack Vettriano


Posted by on April 26, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life


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3 responses to “Real

  1. riambra

    April 27, 2017 at 6:58 pm

    Your words stir me once again, calling me from my shadows where I hide. That you are more than mere words on a screen, I am happy to know. There was a person, behind the screen, though I never heard his voice, nor saw anything of him save what he chose. So I ask, who was the man behind Jamie mine? Were they one and the same, or was the being behind the screen merely a creator? And if they are one and the same, why did they walk away?

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  2. riambra

    April 27, 2017 at 8:50 pm

    Perhaps I posed my questions to the shadows, for, in truth, the only one who could answer them is the one who walked away. I am merely contemplative, and perhaps a bit wishful that he had been as real as you.

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