by Shy Leigh
(gently) in your lap.
Legs politely cross.
as the war rages
The soothing rain
stirs a desire
too strong to resist.
Mud puddle splotches
on your light,
Dig your nails into the dirt,
the prisoner's escaping.
Frail fingers grasp the branches
as you scale the tree.
Blistered hands and pounding heart,
the rain dilutes your insecurities.
and the tomboy awakens
the porcelain princess.
Posted on 11/04/2001
Copyright © 2021 Shy Leigh
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by John Harder on 01/13/03 at 07:48 AM|
sometimes we just gotta throw caution to the wind and go hog wild.
|Posted by Melissa Arel on 02/11/03 at 04:28 PM|
I wrote a poem called 'Locked In A Cage' (not posted) that has the same "theme/idea".. great minds think alike :)
|Posted by Melanie A Bennett on 05/01/03 at 03:55 AM|
This poem is amazing... I do like this one a lot. Nicely done! ~Mel~
|Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 01/06/06 at 08:16 PM|
What a beautiful writing! What a great way of portraying the inner struggle with such class. I love this! ~N
|Posted by Scott Cadence on 01/06/06 at 10:24 PM|
"Dig your nails into the dirt,
the prisoner's escaping" - Chills. I loved this. I've added you to my friend list. :)