Thinking

So here I am thinking,
I am quick at times to flare,
yet as quick to let things just wave
like the sea, over my head,
perhaps I am learning patience,
my volatility slowly sliding
like tears washing
until the iris of your eyes
bleeds black.
Once I was beautiful
and my limbs were long,
I never felt the cold
I purred in the sun
frolicked like the dolphin,
the time we swam with
the porpoise and I was
a tiny bit scared
like freewheeling on a bicycle
with no breaks
down a hill with the wind.
I was the dancer then
the chancer with a smile,
then lies raised their head
and I was crushed.
I'm thinking so hard
that I need to relax
unwind like the straps
on my dress
undo the shoestrings,
remove the fastenings in my hair,
let the sea run through me
become the mermaid
I always longed to be.



Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-08-06 at 19:53

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Wise words to yourself. We should all take your advice.
2015-08-10


Kee Zealy The PoetBay support member heart!
That volatility only appears dangerous on the surface until hurt penetrates that persona. I suspect that very trait allows you to survive the pain.
2015-08-08



I try to avoid thinking whenever possible :) Thoughts often seem to have a life of their own and go off on tangents that I'd prefer to let be.

Nicely composed and thoughtful (no pun intended). Showcases your unique flair for le mot juste and your intuitive skill for knowing when to break a line and when to let it soar. Enjoyed.
2015-08-08


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