Friday, May 1, 2015

outsiders

I sneeze on warm days
not sure how things play,
kidney, heart, liver, lungs,
these organs would say
                       what outsiders wish to hear
                       no panic acts
                       I simply bear
                       the odds,
                                  what exotic page
                                  comes cross
                                  the wiggling maze,
                                  it's hypnotic to us
                                                  if i could untie
                                                  or undo
                                                  some knots and tell people why
                                                                   my other side
                                                                 shall loose the
                                                               hairdo to
                                                             feel cool.




Thursday Poets Rally Week 79: January 14-January 27, 2015 (5th anniversary celebration)


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28 comments:

  1. so honest, i have fun see and feeling what you see or feel.

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  2. look at that child, so weak when she is sick,

    blessings.
    love the poem very much.

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  3. designed to hide and reveal at the same time, well done.

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  4. A delight to read, playfully weaving in and out... j:))

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  5. well done.
    a poem that fits the poetry rally and free verse category. thanks.

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  6. What a wonderful word weave. Nicely done.

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  7. talented expressions.

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