Hiding with you
They may not have seen
The world is alive…
Sinking in faith
You never could know
How propriety sets standards
Of hidden desires.
Whilst things of cloth
Betray what we sort to hide.
Author notes
prompt:
“We buy our way out of jail but we can't buy freedom,
We buy a lot of clothes when we don't really need them,
Things we buy to cover up what's inside.”
- K.W.
36 words
A contest entry
- something of a quicke 4; just write. by Tzipora.
550 points, ended November 6, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Honesty is a must...
Comments
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this is something else~
you say a lot in just a handful of words.
Well done, dear poet.
Here's to wishing you the best,
Zach Estel. -
That world is alive…
is it suppose to be ' The ' ?
but anyways nice take on the prompt.
thank you for entering.
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