The Fool

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Selena_Kitt
Selena_Kitt
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Coyote howl and
quickchange chameleon,
he is all and nothing
in mercury motion.
He is jack of no trade
with so much potential,
an unsprung mousetrap
perched on the stairs.
Content in his Eden,
where serpent is banished
but lays coiled and waiting
for Eve and that apple.
He's not brave, but fearless,
yet doubt gnaws belly deep,
chews meaty bones and
sucks out the marrow.

Selena_Kitt
Selena_Kitt
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drksideofthemoondrksideofthemoonabout 17 years ago
Reminds Me

Of someone I know...very well done!!

flyguy69flyguy69over 19 years ago
Very nice!

A wonderful leashless metaphor that allows the reader to find their own meaning. Excellent poetry!

PatCarringtonPatCarringtonover 19 years ago
this is nice reading, kittyn.

what a fine poem to have on top of the list / today, i read bottom to top because it's to cover everything, so i'm getting to this late / keep up the good work /

AngelineAngelineover 19 years ago
This is good!

Your images are strong and paint a knowing picture--it's not easy to do that in a short poem, imo. Thanks for sharing it. :)

jd4georgejd4georgeover 19 years ago
Potential of the Fool

My greatest fear? My greatest hope? My greatest promise? I have often described myself as "a writer, a beggar and a fool"... and this one line describes that fear-mixed promise:

"an unsprung mousetrap

perched on the stairs"

This fool thanks you.

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