My shadow
self
is tied up
in Shibari.
Pulled, twisted
tightened &
squeezed.
Oh yes & I go off
on tangents,
designed to resist
my body
fear.
My brain,
meanders
down
(thought)
streams.
Divorced, but not
before swinging
through
tree limbs,
gnarled roots &
tea leaves – leaving
my hands
tied.
My eyes
take
it all in
staring
in all the corners,
where my
shadow
likes to
lurk.
She comes
undone &
unravelled,
back
home to
herself.
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Thankyou x
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Stunning imagery!!
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Thankyou Elijah. My poetry is a living journal
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You remind me of Virginia Wolf cooler and you take more chances and a touch of breaking out of skin Joyce like how people think.
It’s honest sharp butterfly knife shit cuts shallow yet feels deep. And real.
Thank you for writing.
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Thanks and yes!
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To release is one of my favourite english verbs. (Releasing them from the knots, Strongly untied with the new choice to be tied again softer or not). Libera te…
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Thankyou Roger 🙂
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A very nice poem, visually and aurally.
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Thanks Tony. I also like using the & symbol to represent a knot. I dont think the poem is long enough…will see how it evolves
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Perfect. I love how you string complete sentences through multiple lines, much like being tied.
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