I
Preen,
I Prance,
Down the steps,
Straight from the heavens,
In my new life on earth, I breathe,
Ignorant, untouched, demure, shy and still very raw,
Till suddenly the realities of the world strikes and strips me off my innocence.
( poem based on fibonacci style in 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21 syllables count )
Oh, I am sure that there are many things in this world that coould take away a person's innocence.
ReplyDeleteGlad to see you at Poetry Jam.
thank you Mary, glad to be there too :-)
DeleteWe can see you go down those steps, from heaven into a world that gets bigger as you discover it. Great use of the form.
ReplyDeletethanks @gabriella :-)
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ReplyDeleteenjoyed your steps... :)
thank you Sumana :-)
Deletethe world will def do that to angels...stripping away what makes them special...if we let it
ReplyDeleteoh yes how true :-(
DeleteLife nicely depicted. And loved your poetry form.
ReplyDeleteDropping by from the Poetry Jam linkup
Suzy at Reflections of my soul
thanks a lot @Suzy :-)
DeleteLessons learned along the way do often strip the innocence off and leave a rough patina ... darn it!
ReplyDeletevery true! thanks @Susan :-)
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