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Sputter
by Anita MacFlicker of a lighter.
My gaze lingers
until I shake it;
noticing you noticing.
A silent keen intrigue;
a deeply buried,
but thinly veiled,
murmur of intention
in your eyes.
I worry you are testing me.
I worry you are not.
12/30/2008 Posted on 12/30/2008
Copyright © 2024 Anita Mac
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/30/08 at 02:27 PM I really like this acknowledgement of insecurity. Most of us try to hide it behind bravado. Nice write. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/30/08 at 02:35 PM George said it best. This is a great thought on insecurity. I don't think you ever get to shake that kind of thing off, no matter how old you get. Nicely done. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 12/31/08 at 01:54 AM isn't this one of the best parts of being a girl? NOT! way to capture it anita. |
| Posted by Scott Utley on 01/02/09 at 06:18 PM This piece is 'alive' whew! |
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