I am a pomegranate seed
longing for red tough skin to hold me
and for the other seeds ripe firmness to be pressing tightly against me on all sides.
I am a watch wheel
yearning for the casing to enfold me
and the smooth working fo the gears, shafts and cogs to soothe me into spinning usefulness.
I am a Whitman's chocolate
stolen from my safe yellow box
naked without my little cellophane nest and all the other chocolates whispering around me.
I am one single tear
spilling down a cheek
away from the safety of skin and the pool of sorrow carried within.
Okay, feeling a little melancholy today...
This and That with Art Beads
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