Steeping so long
in this coat of shoulds
I forgot it was on
’til slipping out by accident
I see it hanging separate
while I stand bare
and strangely new,
wondering what this naked
soul can do.
August 15, 2015 by Rosemerry
Steeping so long
in this coat of shoulds
I forgot it was on
’til slipping out by accident
I see it hanging separate
while I stand bare
and strangely new,
wondering what this naked
soul can do.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged layers, poem, poetry, self discovery | 3 Comments
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You confirm, once again, Rosemerry, the iambic is our friend
I love that you could hear it thank you for being such a good reader for me, Rick.
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Saturday, August 15, 2015 at 12:41 PM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “Yet Another Layer”
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“Steeping” is such a good word here.