I STAND POISED TO OPEN

I stand poised
to open. . .

like the buds
closed, clumped
that dot
the sticks and twigs
that span from trunk
to form the arms
of winter trees. . .

like the feathery
seeded head
of dandelion
before
the ghostly puff of breeze. . .

like the quiet child
curled up
within its mum–
or head down
on the ground,
chest folded
over shins, ankles, feet
and bended knees. . .

like the mighty storm
that looms
before it bellows in
to wreak a fresh commotion
throughout the seven seas. . .

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3 Responses to I STAND POISED TO OPEN

  1. bluebee says:

    Love the “ghostly puff of breeze” and the “mighty storm” bellowing in

  2. Kodjo Deynoo says:

    I like the feel of this poem, and appreciate the gesture it portrays

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