the wallflower’s muse

you can float without walking on water
the same way you can fly without wings

sunshine has no color
but we always say yellow

my eyes are windows but yours
are a cage

or your eyes hold answers but mine
are a stage

and we dance to the steps
pasted down on the ground

spin and twirl
bow and curl

though you see jazz and i
hear blue

dishonest truths
playing loud silent music

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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month. Day 14
I’m participating in NaPoWriMo, and Writer’s Digest Poem a Day Challenge.
 

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  • hedgewitch Says:
    April 15th, 2015 at 9:49 am

    Goodness–every poem I read here shows a climbing tension and a diving truth–this pairing of lines, the stilettos of couplets in contrast, is curt, but expansive in imagery and language, and sharp as a paper cut in message. Very fine writing, Kelly.

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