Shrinking I am, walls closing in on me
head in a vise. Eight by ten, five by
seven, four by six, wallet size. A
postage stamp stuck on some
old godforsaken envelope
thrown out. Unneeded,
Your old cameo. I’m
a person with pain.
To you, nothing.
Disappearing.
I am a void.
Am alone.
Am I a
not I
am
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Beautifully done shape poetry with words very effective. 🙂
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Many thanks, Susan! So glad you liked it.
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Fabulous.
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Oh my — many thanks!
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My pleasure Lilian 🙂
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I think of a funnel – sifting away the sands of time – of love – of hope…sometimes…
Your words and form here, Lillian are poetic art.
Happy Thursday
am:)
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I am thrilled with your words….”poetic art”….wonderful compliment from an artist extraordinaire! Many thanks, my friend!
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