W o r d s
X-ray shows the craft under the poem
Words got stuck and my breath lost balance My eyelids grew tired and my heart felt tender It got difficult to calculate the emotions that I feel So I compensated my debt with my dwarf-like temper
Words tried to climb up my throat, My breathing tried to gain focus Only to be washed away by silence, So I played a little tune
The beat took hold of my words Like a couple hand in hand They started talking Then they were dancing like crazed romantic fools
My reflection in the mirror saw a thousand words spill through my movements As I danced along to the music My breathing finally grew heavy, heart went athlete All emotions went running young, wild and free
Nanda Regine
From “Inside Her Roses”
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