I collect
small droplets of silence
merge them on my tongue
plant small words like daisies
weave them into garlands
offer this to a woman
diving off a cliff
daisies falling before her
a half circle of nail polish
glinting
on her toes
as she turns
to look back.
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3 comments:
ooh, love the precarious ending - what poetry makes people do, eh...
beautiful - love the structure, each line like a precarious step ....
Hi Renee - love this extended moment, held in air like an frozen free-fall.
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