You paint a target on my back
Without a second thought.
You held my hand and whispered
Safe tidings.
All the while you drew:
Three circles and a point.
The outer-ring for sympathy –
The middle companionship –
The inner for my love –
And the center-point for trust.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryPoetry is not easy. It takes the right words in the right spot. It needs just the right punctuation. Or perhaps none at all? (Using line breaks to create two separate meanings perhaps?) Allusion, metaphor, simile, form, stanza, caesura, alliteration...
