Sunday, January 22, 2012

There are two I's in Origami

the origami Of I
written on paper
I fold myself
inside out
till i am no more a muse
a poem
or haiku
rubbish
I am picked up
a one night stand
by the wind
and just as I cling
Im let go
curled like a leaf
I am
falling
from the tree
that once held me
made no promises
to keep me
I am origami
I am paper thin
I cut sharp
and you bleed
my words out
like there is
no tomorrow
I am me
a piece of poetry
that neither rhymes
or for some
has rind
but I am amused
by all my origami art
made without paper
but folded
none the less
with words

1 comment:

  1. Loved your poetry. Especially this one is a nice read.

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