If she were a pond
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If she were a pond she’d
be frozen;
cold, solid surface marked
scarred by strangers
skating over it,
difficult to see
beneath;
chary, wary,
slow to open up,
unwilling (or -able) to
crack that icy
exterior,
expose the muck
unseen, un-
detected, underneath
and all I can think of and hear playing in my mind as I read your lovely poem again and again - is "The Rose" ... there underneath it all :)
ReplyDeleteWelcome back :)
:-) Thanks, Pearl!
DeleteAmazing metaphor!
ReplyDeleteAwww, thanks, Patricia! :-)
DeleteBeautiful – both words and images...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Nurit!
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