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Poly-Anger Blend
by Nikki RiceYou
have pluck'd the sparkles
from my eyes
and here they're left, so dull,
like dryer lint.
Gloves,
bitterly knitted,
cover claws;
a poly-anger blend,
itching away.
Stop
pretending you're dead;
I'm alive,
preferring me a man,
not a mem'ry. 10/26/2009 Author's Note: ...advice for the one who bruised this heart of mine...
Posted on 10/26/2009
Copyright © 2024 Nikki Rice
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/26/09 at 04:45 PM ..... wonderful!!! |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 10/26/09 at 05:34 PM Excellent use of metaphor and expression of anger or lack there of...take care of the bruise and poetry is an excellent healing tool!!smh |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/11/12 at 03:10 PM Nicely done - those poly-anger gloves are brilliant. Congrats on POTD! |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 12/12/12 at 01:55 AM ...nikki, this one has wet-kiss to it; poly-anger...wished i'd thought of that. cool write. |
| Posted by Lydian Beck on 12/12/12 at 04:43 AM loved it! |
| Posted by Gail Wolper on 01/01/13 at 05:23 AM very evocative piecde. I will make sure not to mess with you! |
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