Twenty Ten
Her chameleon skin,
Chafed with familiarity,
Longing to be drenched,
In a new experience.
Her milk bath, a salvation.
No longer a temptation,
But a life of exploration.
What offered not, she turned away.
And chose the fullest cup.
Withholding, a worthless folly.
Today is the day to rejoice.
The plunge, the drink,
Never ending, always sweet.
The world at her feet.
Genevieve Wolfrum Hoskey
January, 2010
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Chafed with familiarity,
Longing to be drenched,
In a new experience.
Her milk bath, a salvation.
No longer a temptation,
But a life of exploration.
What offered not, she turned away.
And chose the fullest cup.
Withholding, a worthless folly.
Today is the day to rejoice.
The plunge, the drink,
Never ending, always sweet.
The world at her feet.
Genevieve Wolfrum Hoskey
January, 2010
All rights reserved
I like it! Especially the line "Longing to be drenched, in a new experience." I sometimes get filled with a similar longing. I'm intrigued by chameleon skin chafed with familiarity. That's a cool opposition of ideas and imagery. Very vivid. Your poetry always has such vivid description.
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Thank you, Ben. Your feedback means a lot to me. I see how one might interpret that as contrast, but I actually was thinking about a chameleon as conforming, or blending in rather than as you maybe saw it as being adaptable. But I really like how you saw that, it is really interesting! I never thought of it that way, it still works!
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