Curl me not

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Curl me not, towards warmth or affection
rather comfort me with cold and hard facts.
I can feel pretense building up brick walls,
as though petals of orchid afore its bloom.
Every moment that passes, we breathe in
veracity; let us make it worthwhile.”



Photo Credits: Pixabay

Posted for Quadrille 23 @ dVerse Pub

& on Sunday Standard @ Lunch Break

also on Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads

52 thoughts on “Curl me not

  1. Oloriel says:

    A very interesting and brave affirmation, I am trying to remember when have I heard something similar being spoken or exclaimed around me, and I wound up blank. It makes me think what your poem should also be is a suggestion, an invitation for more of us not to just live in the now, but also THINK of the now.

  2. paul scribbles says:

    Made me think of this.
    “Before you speak, let your words pass through three gates:

    At the first gate, ask yourself “Is is true?”

    At the second gate ask, “Is it necessary?”

    At the third gate ask, “Is it kind?”

    ~ Rumi

  3. gillena says:

    we breathe in
    veracity; let us make it worthwhile.”

    yes indeed , the situation of acceptance is far often, the preferred choice; but I do agree we still have the option of opinion and the vehicle of poetry

    much love…

  4. Stacie Eirich says:

    Yes, I feel this sometimes – the need to curl, then to breathe. I think we all need truth in the midst of the gray….getting through it is what takes our strongest will. I like the word you used — “veracity” — indeed, we need that to break down walls. A thoughtful piece – thanks for sharing.

  5. Marcoantonio Arellano says:

    this straight-forward piece of comfort vs cold veracity is a little different from what i am accustomed from some other pieces you have written, so to that, i applaud you because it was effective in that it took me from comfort to cold veracity.

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