just a poem about love.


Doll

She's baking like a sweet potato
in her own juices
She flickers like a wounded candle
shamed in its fickle light
After being touched too much
She denies touching herself
Showing weakness
if like winter without its weather
or its shortness of breath
is like no season at all
Her success like a deep drum roll
Her failure like a dying whisper
As she wanders
through her multiple lives
stalking excitement
as it runs in fear!



Poetry by Dorsey Baker The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-02-09 at 21:41

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Nancy Sikora
I like the image of the wounded candle... and of the success being a drum roll and failure a dying whisper.
2016-02-09