Observations from my day in poem form.
Sweet disposition
sunshine streams
with parallel icy glares
surrendered smiles
white lies
sly grins
mistakes
pretending
to be actual
perfection seeking
sad eyes
staring in stress
little strength to give
frustration melted
into tears
dancing in a puddle
on her cheek...
this isn't fair.
You captured the pain of being less than perfect and getting caught.
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"...rustration melted
into tears
dancing in a puddle
on her cheek...
this isn't fair."
I love the line, frustration into tears dancing on her cheeks. The feeling of trying to hold back tears when you know they are coming is perfectly portrayed here.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Betsy! Your word choice always amazes me.
ReplyDeleteLove the imagery, contrasts, emotion, personification, and everything else about your poem.
ReplyDeleteI love your choice of words. Very precise and descriptive.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful--I love the consonance of all the "s" sounds in this poem/slice. Inspires me to try a poem as a slice soon....
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