It takes imagination to create
a little force to crease
bend in ways not known before
to ponder a moment
in origami silence.
I know you
pliable, willing to fold your edges
Into a shape designed
to stir hunger in my eyes
illicit desire for more
to find the boundaries
of your submission
how many ways you can bend
but not break
a crane of pristine white
soars for me into night
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I feel you could lose this
"to ponder a moment
in origami silence."
while capitalizing on the unintended rhyme that emerges.
I'm not really fond of the title. It lacks the originality that the poem itself exudes.
Definitely a 5.more...
A crane of pristine white
Soars for me into the night ......!
Immortal lines , Tod :5-ed .
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