I love the feel of cold steel
as you try to move me.
Pry me from my perfunctory
habits always done in haste.
Neither of us are malleable
and will not bend
so the metal
must fit into fissures
and separate us.
that we may somehow
learn to come together.
I make you do it
it is my way
of assuring me
of your love.
In a list
A contest entry
- Prying Inspiration by Celticmoon.
300 points, ended June 5, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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oh, this is a great take on the contest prompt. I like where you took it. Nice imagery. A well written piece of poetry. Best of luck in the contest.
Kelli



