I don't know whether to bang
on the pots and pans
or wear them on my head...
(that's what happens when I feel like a child again)
saying I am an ocean
probably sounds ridiculous to you
but you won't think so when the tide
comes in and drowns you
because when you pull
me under, and the pressure
becomes too much
I have to de-com-press
and that requires being naked
letting pieces fall off
letting my ears and eyes
and lungs
come back to a normal
space
and a normal pace
inspired by another easystreet prompt (see widget)
4 comments:
apt metaphor--goodgoodgood
apt metaphor--goodgoodgood
Loved this one!!
de-com-press..
my favourite :)))
I wish I could write every day like you do!
enjoyed how this poem began light-
hearted, like a child and then
goes deeper, capturing a feeling
of being smothered- love: i have
to de-com-press and that requires
been naked letting pieces fall off.
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