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Soft Touch
by Kate Demeree
Why am I such a soft touch
not so sure it is always good
to have all open doors
glass windows for easy viewing
not so sure that the wind blowing
each page over to the next
for the reader to see is
a good wind
not sure at all that having
a heart beating within an open chest
is a good thing to have
laying there all exposed
for anyone to touch
as they go along their way
how easy the threshold is crossed
without a thought
a rock may be tossed
how quickly the wind can change the page
the reader left behind
once upon a time
.
There were walls
and doors
With locks
Once upon a time
The book on the table
Was closed
Once upon a time
A very long time ago
It seems
The heart within
The breast lay
Enclosed
The choice was made with open eyes
It is to late to turn back now
I can not be something Im not
Oh
God I just dont know how
05/15/2003 Posted on 05/15/2003
Copyright © 2024 Kate Demeree
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 05/16/03 at 01:43 PM Really love this Kate. The whole metaphor of the book and wind and the exposure of one's heart open to the influence of those you come in touch with is excellent! |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 05/16/03 at 07:36 PM Whooooo. This one is so transparent that it caught me off-guard... very well described and said. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 05/16/03 at 07:46 PM interesting and searing..I guess you found it in yourself to write after all...That alone is reason to salute this poem! |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 05/16/03 at 08:31 PM Very,very nice Kate....Charlie |
| Posted by Jack Lanier on 05/20/03 at 08:13 PM Excellent metaphors, Kate. Great poem...Jack:) |
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