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Move
by Tessa GreySilence is my shield
and crown
sometimes a ghost
sometimes an angel
I don't speak
but move through
waves of static
always a phoenix
I scratch at your flesh
and tug at your sleeves
and on occasion
I move you.
01/12/2011 Posted on 01/13/2011
Copyright © 2025 Tessa Grey
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 01/13/11 at 01:37 PM Having been both a mover and a movee, I can testify to the power in this short declaritive poem...Good write, Tessa |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/15/15 at 10:41 AM congratulations on POTD, Tessa. this poem in whose construction I am captive spins better than an arachnid. |
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