A Poem a Day (94): Paper people

Paper people

Pieces of a life,

Of a person,

Walking in parts,

A cut-out kind of thing;

Words, pictures, phrases

Spun as in a dance,

And so we begin

To wander in,

Trying on the sounds,

Fumbling with expressions,

Colours ripped and bodied,

Rainbows cut adrift,

Parting, so revealing

A life in parts,

Dismembered, remembered.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, January 28, 2019

A Poem a Day (93): The tigress

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The tigress

She loves the light,

This silent torn play;

A dance with leopards

Skinned and unmasked.

It grins with a grim cadence,

This sensation of despair.

The curtain splits deep red

And my feet are dripping wet.

I cannot breathe this in,

I cannot breathe it out.

This legendary staged adieu

Is caught and I am split in two,

But she loves the light so,

And the dark knows its lovers.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, January 28, 2019