open this time
a tightly creased origami box
slid undone, sweaty palm smoothed over
crisp lines, laid flat
something was shaking
my leg or my lip
my hand to my hip
paper light – as if language
had no weight – my needs
pared down to this:
a small box,
unfolded.
a few words pulling loose
strands wrapped around
the shell of your ear.
it was yours.
to your indifference
it was only paper;
once holding closed,
now open, tossed
carelessly, just
scrap.
A contest entry
- One Moment In Time by Jersene.
2250 points, ended September 23, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Oh. This is an interesting poem that you have going on here.
I love origami and all the different beautiful designs that it can be folded into so I immediately liked the metaphor of origami paper. I felt a lot of loneliness and sadness in this poem. That's what I got from it. I thought you did a good job of expressing yourself here.
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This is sad...indifference can certainly hurt. Thanks for your entry
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