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Porcelain Tomboy
by Shy Leigh
Your unworked,
uncallused hands
clasp
(gently) in your lap.
Legs politely cross.
Unreadable expression
as the war rages
(silently) within.
The soothing rain
stirs a desire
too strong to resist.
Mud puddle splotches
on your light,
airy dress.
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
(once more)
to kill
the porcelain princess.
11/04/2001 Posted on 11/04/2001
Copyright © 2024 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.
good read. |
| 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. :) |
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