Smidgens
The red and white stripes
Are lines of verse
With enjambments sewn
Together, needle and thread
Metaphors balancing, teetering
Between mistakes and hope,
Anger and empathy.
The blue field
Sits square, upper left
Tucked in the corner
An indigo poetry
Tailored, patched…..and….
Attached to the stinging
Stanzas of the stripes.
Blue’s reaction is to produce stars
Wow nice !
LikeLike
Powerful!
LikeLike
Love the alliteration of “the stinging stanzas of the stripes”.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Good stuff! I am intrigued by your perspective, I will be back!
LikeLike
Excellent metaphors.
LikeLike
Yep.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Whoa!
LikeLike
What’s most interesting to me here is that the poetry, embodied by the stripes, is what’s on such shaky ground. Poetry and uncertainty. But this teetering is so spot-on, isn’t it? As careful and precise as good poetry (like this poem) is, it’s also a delicate art. Great work!
LikeLike
Very welcome 🙂
LikeLike
Thanks Nurse Kelly.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Truly, you create art with your words. This is incredible! 🙂
LikeLike
Beautiful. The photo provokes musings.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Neatly done.
LikeLike
Know the feeling, but was amazing here! Brit overload ; )
LikeLike