~~I’m not sorry
my words are carefully chosen before spoken
~~ I’m not sorry for shouted words and wide gesticulations
must I, to be heard?
~~I’m not sorry for speaking the truth, even if in
Shouts
cotton balls, I want cotton balls, not
buttons you so easily push, still
my cotton balls would blot, block, and absorb
phrases spoken in critical or defensive words,
from the offensive position
~~Just a gentle poke in a puffball, please
not
the button-pushing finger
~~irritation will dissolve through a
soft tone of spun sugar, like
cotton candy,
not hard sour balls
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Comments (13)
Wow! I love how powerful this poem is. What a beautiful way of expressing this.
An interesting and unusual array of sensory experiences set to poetic form. Work it!
I loovee the way you structured this!! Incredibly done! Love your poem! 💌❣
I can also relate to this poem sometimes. I hope you're okay☺️.
Wow! This an intense and well-wrought poem, Andrea! I felt it in my bones!
"~~Just a gentle poke in a puffball, please not the button-pushing finger ~~irritation will dissolve through a soft tone of spun sugar, like cotton candy, not hard sour balls" These were my favourite lines. Hope you're doing okay. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
I like the thought of cotton balls as a buffer!
Loved your poem!
Well said… as always! ‘I’m not sorry my words are carefully chosen before spoken ~~ I’m not sorry for shouted words and wide gesticulations must I, to be heard?’ Cotton ball soft words… so much better than hard, harsh ones. I loathe conflict, but sadly, it happens 🥺. Hopefully the air has cleared!
Loved this! The last line was especially cool! ⚽️⚽️
Wow, this is so good! Such a well woven contrast of sweet and seething. I loved the lines/role you crafted with the cotton balls!
And yes, we all need a lesson in anger management. Well-said Andrea, need this today.
Such a great and unique way to shape a thoughtful metaphor! Loved this!