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NEMESIS
Scissors, paper, stone…
You, Stone, are what
has tripped me,
Scissors;
blunted my blades,
been my downfall –
my well-oiled heart
now your cold-sculpted
epigraph.
Me, Scissors, would have
liked to be your
saviour;
to have carved you
into greatness –
perhaps a palace fountain
or a seventh Samson-pillar
in the temple of our god.
But you thought me Paper;
believed I’d smother
weathered smoothness
with my origami bones,
embellish your simplicity
with too many
doileyed words.
Paper, scissors, stone…
So, here we are then,
one, two, three:
crushed, cut, crumpled;
brought down, crumbled,
elevated;
still springing our
surprises,
but all wrapped up.
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but all wrapped up' great line, great pen, Kate!
I enjoyed this unique piece very much.
This poem made me reflect upon the different friendships I have had that have petered out because of second guessing what their reactions or intentions are or were going to be...and the crushing, crumbling, cutting, crumpling surprises that eventually resulted in bringing down the friendship. If only all surprises elevated...as your poem does...neatly wrapped up in its own little package...
Cryssa
Sheila
Cheers,
Dan
In Spirit,
Bear
Be always safe,
Karen
i luv the direction your take this poem through and the consequences of its conclusion ...
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Love,
Christine
to create such powerful poetry!Kudo's Kate;-)... ET
Wonderful motif, and such sharp focus and depth of feeling in each weighty line. Very fine writing.
John
Clever ending, paper wins. The power of origami.
embellish your simplicity
with too many
doileyed words....
You write real good, Kate.
-gene.
Lin
hugs
Fee
Newfie hugs, Rose