The Secrets Within

Freedom, an open sky
Of layers of walls, scaled
Slippery and rigid
Each wall, made of freedom

Love, a soft bed
By needles of grass, touched
Pricking and sensitive
Each blade, made of love

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Neither Locked, Nor Spilt

A scarlet deep sky of today
Could be silky azure of morrow
A white puffed cloud on the way
Can become heavy in its hollow

AM I ME ?

Poetry challenge: Didatic poem.

specimen

Demeaned to be polite and gentle myself

the fabric of me smarts and adorns impatience

welcoming smartness & brainwaves at challenging times