as overconfident as yarn
I quiver in what’s left
of everything that was
before monsters filled our lungs
with solitary endings
Brenda Warren 2020
monsters
undercaws
as overconfident as yarn
I quiver in what’s left
of everything that was
before monsters filled our lungs
with solitary endings
Brenda Warren 2020
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I almost smiled at that first line, being a former user of yarn. Yet is makes a very potent opening statement for the rest of your incredible poem, Brenda…
Elizabeth
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it not ‘is” dammit…
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Thanks. The first line lead the rest of the piece.
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I have never thought of yarn as overconfident…sounds like you might be unraveling (?)
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no more than usual. 😉
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I second, Marianne. That is a powerful little poem.
Love,
Pammy
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Oh my gosh, Brenda! Your first line is a knockout! And “monsters fill our lungs with solitary endings.” Powerful!
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