You shift
Change shapes
Unexpected is expected
A nip, a sip, a tip
call out the shapeshift
Soft – radiant – tender;
smooth, gentle curves
The only edge to be found
a sharp twinkling eye
Bristled – frigid – harsh;
rough jagged edges
Precipitous. Dangerous.
The twinkle replaced by fuzziness
Gentleness unfound
Avoidance, and detachment
thwart most injury
but a wound remains open
nevertheless
to bleed over the pain
~*~*~
Linking up with Velvet Verbosity. Word of the week – “Radiant”
I love the play between tension, softening and finally surrender of emotions in this poem.
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Thanks!
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Ah, the shape shifter. If only they would wear a label. 😉
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A shapely well constructed poem~ Nice work~ 🙂
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I really liked the cadence to this, I can hear an almost angry tenor to it.
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(swiping hands together) My work here is done. Thanks Tara.
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Love the feel of this
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Thanks Lance. Got to feel my way back, right?
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[…] is a companion piece, and the final in three poems. The first is Shift and the second, […]
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