Deformity Cursed -- A micro poem for you tonight
Something Very Personal
I studied my naval in disbelief
There's no heavenly way this could be mine
Swollen beyond recognition. Can't be
Extended, distended, puckered outward
Yellowed worse than an ash tree in the fall
Red spots scattered indiscriminately
Oh dear, I sense an end to my love life
Would there be such a kind soul having me
How could one love me now? Worse than a wart
Not a nightmare, no. Deformity cursed
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Photo and Poem copyright 2015, Ó Jimmiehov.
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Tonight I am linked to Kerry O'Conner at Up Close & Personal - Micro Poetry
Her challenge was to write an 'up close and personal' poem with only TEN lines, a Decastich.
Mine is in Sonnetina Uno form: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/decastich.html