do you sleep in that skin
or do you discard it at night?
what flows in your veins
beside mercury and regret?
what offerings will you accept
once your clay bowl has shattered?
why does the mouse
return to the trap?
when my voice is silent
how do you hear me?
——
Words and Feathers 
getting a little Neruda-y! really like this
It was inspired by Neruda, or at least the bit posted on Dverse tonight. I’m glad you like it.
I really enjoy your latest pieces, too.
I liked the question about the offerings and the broken bowl.
This one kicks, especially:
‘do you sleep in that skin
or do you discard it at night?’
and
‘what flows in your veins
beside mercury and regret?’
Thanks? Asking questions without any expectation of an answer really gives you a chance to let loose.
You tied the question together in a line of thought that I really like. Especially the last question makes perfect sense as a line of thought.
Thanks very much!
Of course we shed our skins…(K)
Sometimes more than just our skin comes off.
True.
Great. And very Naruda. I like the first question best.
Thank you! That’s quite the compliment.
…and I’m left to ponder my clay bowl! This is a powerful write.
Interesting imagery. I’m left wondering who or what is being addressed – and hoping I don’t run into them…
Love this.