living the poet’s life
means walking around
with a bruise slowly
spreading across my skin
a loss of defenses in
exchange for seeing the
world in jeweled necklaces
(words link to phrases) that
circle my neck and
rest across my collar bones
threatening to choke
but decorating me
adding a modicum of glimmer
to the world
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2 comments:
I really like all the comparisons. They add a lot of depth and meaning to the poem. I love how the second stanza expresses how poetry can add beauty and adornment to life but also make the poet more vulnerable because of his/her bare emotions.
I love how the jewelry metaphor runs through the whole piece. The ending with "modicum of glimmer to the world" finishes off beautifully.
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