They cut me into two
with poisoned blades,
but in a flash, my halves
unite with seamless ease,
they confine me
to vessels of all types,
but I tease them, mimicking
the shape of my prison space.
They try to paint my portrait
and color me to their taste,
but I move, with a fluent flow,
Knocking their palette , onto the floor.I cannot be caged, or locked in chains,
for I run through their veins,
I make and mar; I change my pace,
From a delightful drizzle to a ruthless rain.
They dare to stall, my spirited stroll
with towering dams and sheer rock walls,
I creep out through the tiniest hole,
to become a wave and devour them all.- Amanda Lopez 🥀-
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ALL THOSE I FELT & TOUCHED ; An Anthology
PoetryThis poetry collection explores the theme of "Living & Non Living" and delves into the relationship among humans, objects and the forces of nature. 🙍♀️ 📝🌱