soft like white fur
clinging to black dress
soft like candlelight
blowing eucalyptus breath
soft like giggle drawing
robot monsters together
soft like rocks in pockets
skipped back into water
soft like sparkly blue nails
resting on round pillow
soft like muddy sticks
scrapping into roots
soft like accepting wheels
when hip turns to spikes
soft like falling apart
in nurtured soil
soft like moon sisters
circling around me
soft like shutter clicking
framing my own skin
soft like
remembering
*38/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.
**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic.
This is as beautiful as it is artistically perfect. The last iteration of ‘soft like’ spills the secret of the impossible metaphors, but by that time the piece is already sailing on unstoppable winds.
I especially loved this:
soft like falling apart
in nurtured soil
soft like moon sisters
circling around me
soft like shutter clicking
framing my own skin
You are so kind! I’m so glad you liked this poem, as this one, like all of them really, is so personal. I never know if it wil resonate with anyone else.
A beautiful and seemingly autobiographical poem.
This one is very personal and I’m not sure how I’m going to keep up the pace of these. It’s really hard. How are you doing?
I feel as if I’m just throwing stuff out there. It’s ‘real’ as far as it goes but…. Just slapped together a poem about the place we’re staying in Oregon. It’s a pastiche of feelings about this girl, but meaningful poem? Not real sure.
This “hotel”
We can’t be sure, can we, what our words will be for someone else. I have an emotion in mind when I write something but that doesn’t mean others who read it feel that. A friend once told me, write what comes and what happens after that isn’t our business.