As if burning;
put it in the center of your hand,
so the nail of your middle finger,
soft and fervently take away its smell of semantics,
strip; so that you achieve its back.
Remember to speak softly, without deceit,
praising determination or laziness,
until you stops moving as an earthworm.
Play it, admires the merits of instincts,
lets to feel the warmth of an arrogance.
Don't tell so fast as verse requires,
don't be frightened by desires,
frequents many navels to whisper the wish,
that nothing will happen, whence it came.
Check your heavy breathing has diminished
before passing the tips of your fingers;
by the burning temples, soaking every pore
to hold it between your hands without fear,
imagining carrying a wounded bird,
bears an innocence to the infinite blank heart.
Author notes
Prompt: Diminished
A contest entry
- One Word Prompt #9 by Diminished Capacity.
1075 points, ended November 1, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Hopefully waiting for your precious comments
Comments
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This is an awesome piece, the ending really spoke to me. You did a wonderful job, thank you so much for entering.

