Worn

I've grown too tired for folly,
or Games for children.
Spare me the melodrama
and compare me not to a
Summers Day

Or to other things.
A ball and chain
An Old Lady,
or some title befitting
a dog,

Speaking of,
Don't toddle behind me,
Or drool over me,
or give me reason to swat your muzzle
or waggle my finger for your unconditional
Admiration.

I don't need it.
I've gone most of my life
without it.

There has never been a day that
A daisy has met an early demise
For Plucked Petals

If you must be as anything,
Be sturdy,
Be Kind,
Be caring,
Listen.

Be like a ship at sea
That gently floats along the quiet waters
And Holds Steady at the passing of a
Hurricane. 

Until then, do not knock at my door
or linger with threats of isolation.
I'm not so easily fooled.

Reviews

[Bianca]

0.0 wow! Your poem … sounds so sophisticated . It's hard to explain I wish my heart could speak to my mind and just let me type cos I can't really put this feeling into words… ugh. Have you ever felt that way before? where you feel something but can't really describe it? Anyways just returning the love here. Nice poem.

[Antwannette]

thank you. I feel that way all the time actually. :)

[Lucia]

I really really liked the simile you used in this poem about the ship. Very powerful piece and it really spoke to me! Nice! Good mix of shorter and longer lines!

Mind reviewing some of my writing?