Your face, so like a beetle’s by Linda Fuller Your face, so like a beetle’s shard of wing: tough, protective of what waits behind Some would call it soul, but I think more a chemical seesaw from imbalance to stasis Your heart colors your cheeks with shame, swathes your gut busy with peristalsis And darkness pools in moist interstices where microbial rhinos pause to drink. 06/11/2010 Posted on 06/11/2010 Copyright © 2025 Linda Fuller Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/12/10 at 12:02 PM Refreshingly different...great imagery Linda. I especially like how you close off in that last stanza. Posted by Jo Halliday on 06/12/10 at 02:27 PM Absolutely brilliant! Posted by Angela Stevens on 07/15/11 at 07:25 PM Your imagery is spellbinding, really evocative. Posted by George Hoerner on 04/26/12 at 11:53 PM Congrats on POTD today lady. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)