Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

June 17, 2010

Slighter A Wind Than

Despite  &,

With all her antics,

Winds still  move her

Like it does a half-dozen

Tiny tea roses

Before they’re right,  & hand-picked.

The slightest wind breezes

Will prove to move her

To a profound,  but protected

melancholy…

Slighter a wind than

Unkind words might make

Wafting  at  her soft skin.

2 Comments »

  1. Such a delicate way to talk about over sensitivity to comments of others…so well said.

    Comment by slpmartin — June 17, 2010 @ 1:43 pm

  2. So lovely,…I feel like that right now. Vulnerable…I saw the man I am in love with from afar with afar conversations on chit chat things and he never sees me anymore or cares to or,…I don’t kow, but I gave in…one more time to my feelings and I didn’t even care I was damned for it and slipped a note under his door…telling him I was sorrry for his bad day and how beautiful I thought he was. I will never hear back from him, hell he will probably avoid me even more for doing that. But I feel vulnerable….showing my true feelings for someone who will blow me away with the wind..unsaid words can be just as unkind…. This poem harnesses that great fragile feeling inside.

    Comment by Rhetorical Advocate — August 23, 2010 @ 9:57 pm


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