THE TREMOR
His was a fragile ego,
the kind you tiptoed around
hoping not to squeak a floorboard
and wake the sleeping giant.
Hers was a living tremor,
the kind of rampant quake that
rattles your heart deep in your chest
and never lets you sleep.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Three Word Wed -- fragile, rampant, tremor
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Loved your take on the three words - a his and hers poem :) - and it all hangs together so well. Well done!
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Clever use of the words!
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ReplyDeleteVery well said that! Fragile ego and Living tremor.. sure the relationship would linger longer than one can imagine..
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