Miss Rumphius challenged us all to write a poem that’s a metaphor. I read the others’ contributions, and felt the delight that good poetry brings. I wanted to join in the play, so here’s mine:
I see your eyes take me in,
feel your words caress away my pain
like a silk-soft touch on my cheek
a warm hand press against mine
and I know I am loved
here in this moment
Cheryl Rainfield, all rights reserved.
Want to join in, too? It’s not too late; you still can.