Friday, 24 July 2015

Ode to belonging

She picks on me
steals minutes
draws blood
closes to the heart
sneering at Portia
laughing at the judge;
and though I am far away
from give and take
I know that scratches hurt
in ways that stabs do not --
It's love
hers and mine
and I cannot claim
for she has the circle
and I with Caucasian chalk
leave
whispering
'be kind, take care.'
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7 comments:

  1. sashi24 July 2015 at 10:48

    Lovely :)

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  2. Anonymous24 July 2015 at 18:35

    Is this about one of your daughters?

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    1. Anonymous24 July 2015 at 19:46

      a poet shares what he writes for those who enjoy his writing, and not for people to pry into his life.

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  3. Anonymous25 July 2015 at 09:45

    I wonder if this is the poet himself who is responding to the question because the question was meant for him or a self-appointed 'spokesman' for the poet?

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  4. Malinda Words26 July 2015 at 16:15

    I rarely comment on comments.... belongs to whoever reads it...may or may not belong to someone specific....but shhhhh....that's a secret!

    cheers
    malinda

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  5. Anonymous27 July 2015 at 11:30

    Thank you Malinda. I love that 'shhhh' bit!

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  6. Anonymous27 July 2015 at 12:44

    Yes indeed scratches hurt more than stabs sometimes....

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