Standing on an ‘X’ spot
My inner black dot;
Stretching for my radius
To bind my callus;
Forming diameter
A heavy border;
At last a full circle
Where I could crumble.
A contest entry
- Comfort Zone by Danna Hobart.
400 points, ended January 23, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Insightful comments are truly appreciated
Comments
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It takes so much to move us through life,
it requires a formiable sacrifice of energy to form
ourselves in a constant dance of give and take.
This write pinpoints much with exacting imagery and metaphor. Glad to see it appreciated with gold. Blue


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I like the motion of this piece.
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