Bouncing
up and down
like a hyper-active
bobble head doll,
makes it difficult
to tell if you’re good
looking or not.
Your pockets fold over
your hands,
surely hiding dirty finger nails
and wrinkled cobwebs.
Your shirt un-tucks
itself like a neglected lawn.
You laugh as you
spin around slowly
trying on the pink dress
from the clearance rack.
Throwing on a red
necklace as you tell me how
amazingly wonderful
he is.
Smiling that fake congratulations,
I watch you finger the
beads
that look like a
chain of popped pimples.
Author notes
For those of you who aren't getting married.
Free verse (c)
A contest entry
- Make Me Feel... by KittieLyyn.
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Comments
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I love the ending...it makes me giggle for some reason. I love this poem as a whole. It isn't just abstract poetry but abstract art. ^_^
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~Phoenix
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that is a very interesting write. i really liked the perspective of the salesperson. just amazing. very cool. not something you read everyday.
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Very cute
A wonderful little snippet of life. Love the description of the beads. Really a classic and memorable ending.
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