Prism
I love to gaze at your face A perfect structure Yet at times twisted in pain or anger Your beauty fragmented into pieces that do not fit Distorted views through the prism of your fears Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © Written for Reena's Exploration Challenge - Cubism
Its lovely how you brought out the fact that we are not one smooth surface but are made up of so many angles influenced by our experiences.
Thank you. Sometimes it is our quirks that are lovable! ☺️ Thanks for visiting
Hi Christine, I featured this on my weekly feature here;
https://wordeologist.wordpress.com/2020/08/08/the-saturday-symphony-5/
Oh amuse you are so sweet to share it. Thank you! ❤️
Very much my pleasure 🌼
I typed Jude…not amuse! 🥰
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Nice, Christine 😎
Thanks Jay ☺️
Thanks Jay 🙂
Wow, this is amazing Christine 😍
My dear Jude you are so sweet 🥰 Thank you!
It gives a nice perspective – We expect beauty to lie in wholeness, and think that it does not fit in pieces.
You are so right Reena. We are never the one whole thing that the other wishes us to be and vice versa. It’s all the curves and edges which make us fascinating ☺️
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Such a beautiful poem!
Thank you! ☺️