The sole of your shoe had opened up;
It was a mouth,
A theatre prop pinched to encase your foot,
A silent story awaiting its audience to assemble.
I was mesmerised by its movement
And wished it to rain –
Malicious, I know, to desire it turned into a fish
Gasping at the bottom of a puddle. –
You squinted sideways,
As if deliberating your next move,
And your question found me unprepared:
What are you?
There was a time – and how I wish it back again –
When the answer required no deliberation.
I am. This much I know.
As for the “what”,
Try me again ten sorrows and a blue moon hence.
Loved the last lines
Thank you (happy I changed my mind about them at the last moment then 😉 )
Beauty sadness pain anger. Awe full.
My everyday in a nutshell – thank you.
“…ten sorrows and a blue moon” – I haven’t heard such beauteous words in a long time. (Probably since your last poem!)
Oh thank you, Lee-Anne 🙂
What indeed? Love this!
Thank you, Chris. Heartfelt.
Wow. Oh, Viki, this is beautiful in the expression of the shock and pain this blow delivered. “I am.” A most powerful response.
Certainly not a question that is ever expected 🙂 Thank you, Susan.
That’s an awesome illustration!
I was very pleased will my find, thank you. Made a double-take when I first saw it.
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