On safety

Posted on April 3, 2009


Glass houses are cliche,
so I’ll say mine is one of bones,
made of my own

And when I toss, or hurl, or juggle
sticks and stones
my walls crack and threaten to
t
u
m
b
l
e
completely
to the bare ground around me

So I tend to hold my fire


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1 response to On safety

  1. I missed this for some reason.
    Sorry about that. I can’t quite figure out why.

    This is a very distinct style of poetry and thinking.
    I’ve always had a sneaking admiration for people who can think and write like that, because I can’t! I’m probably in a very formal straight jacket of my own making, where my poetry is concerned.

    As for the sentiment expressed. I wish I was as wise. I do not always  "tend to hold my fire", and therefore get myself shot at.
    Then I get hurt, and truthfully, it’s mostly my own fault.

    Good read.

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