If your love was a frog...
I'd pin it to the board
and stare. Scrutinizing
every line, every action and reaction;
as I poked, prodded and tested;
taking care not to damage
the delicate vessels, taking care
not to get under the skin
too much, anyway. I'd shine a light deep
into it's eyes, and shock
the poor thing till it either
stayed, or ran away.
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Strands of Time
PoetryA collection of feelings, hurts, experiences and lessons learnt, felt and lived. A road woven in time for 9 years and continuing. Information for Readers: You'll notice in the titles, the poems run from "Class 7 to Class 15", I started writing from...
