Tuesday, 4 February 2014

Dirty Look, a poem in triolet form, by Adam Common, poet

I wish you would soften your stare,
So its sharp edges would not cut;
People might see how much you care.
I wish you would soften. Your stare,
All fury, chops through anxious air,
Hotter, thicker, blacker than soot.
I wish you would soften your stare,
So it's sharp edges would not cut.

6 comments:

  1. ah there are people that can literally kill others with their eyes..nice triolet adam..

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  2. Actually-- this is terrific, Adam. The form serves you well in this instance! xxxj

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  3. Very nice! Reminds me of my cat's stare. Very nearly turns me into swiss cheese.

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  4. Yeah, I know what its like to be on the receiving end of that lol. This was really well done :)

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  5. i know quite a few that can cut with just a look...
    esp in regards to their children...
    nice job on the form adam.

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