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Handle With Care
by Kristina WoodhillMirrorless
Reduced to
Normal size
No carnival
Illusions
To stretch
Our egoeyes
No comb overs
Needed
No make-up
Money spent
A lesson from
Our cousins
In grooming
Parties, when
We'd pop each
Others' swollen zits
Relax and sooth
While sorting nits
Conversing in
Forgotten tongues
A one-on-one
Remoteless guise
A regimen of trust
Reprised
How curious
To linger
To ponder with surprise
If how we looked was resting
In someone else's
Fingers
06/01/2014 Posted on 06/02/2014
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/03/14 at 05:47 PM I like the short lines, connect the imagery dots feel of this. By coincidence, when I was a teenager, my mom used to like squeezing the zits on my back for me. Gross, but she didn't seem to mind. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/03/14 at 09:29 PM We do speak a different language when we are young don't we! The pains of growing seem to mellow the language and the quest if not the dreams. Nice write lady. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 07/06/14 at 04:14 PM This is fantastic to make you reevaluate which perspective you will cherish temporal view of my life or eternal. Thanks! |
| Posted by Gail Wolper on 08/08/14 at 11:58 PM Creative, original, and you made me feel relaxed, which is no easy feat! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/29/14 at 12:34 PM I love this poem, in all its perpendicular glory. And yet it is not so much the the columnar shape of the tale that intrigues, as it is the subtle employ of language, all at once musical and soul restorative. |
| Posted by Uriel Tovar on 09/13/14 at 06:51 PM the comb over and the zit part made me giggle out loud. i like how the last word throws me off, expecting the word eyes :) |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 09/21/14 at 11:23 AM Mmm--pure juice squeezed by poetically alluring fingers. I'm now reluctant to do anything with this tangle of hair... |
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