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Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Creased by you

Creased by you

Walking through the tangled
Tatters of my belief
Steeling my-self for what is to come

Christmas lights and warm décor
Honestly festive atmosphere
Lacking but one thing

You, You rumple me
My starched and stiffened self
Creased by you

Chris McQueeney  12/21/11 2:59PM

This was inspired by three word Wednesday http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2011/12/3ww-ccli.html

17 comments:

Sheilagh Lee said...

yes sometimes you just wnaant the one you love to rumple you

oldegg said...

Unlike Sheilagh I saw being rumpled as being crushed, altered and hurt as your character realized her failings. I loved the phrase "tangled tatters of my belief."

MaryA said...

It is interesting how our own experiences determine how we interpret a poem isn't it. You've used the three words this week well.

He ment well (sometimes did) said...

Nither is wrong...thank you for comming by.

Ben Ditty said...

I feel rumpled and creased too. In a good, poetic way of course :)

christopher said...

Good work, my friend.

csalex@me.com said...

Really great. I see some of my own holiday anxiety captured there. Thank you, Chris.

Berowne said...

Nicely meaningful use of the 3 words...

Wine and Words said...

Are we fresh linen then...without another? Funny how rumpled I feel, yet alone. Merry Christmas!

He ment well (sometimes did) said...

Thank you all! I hope you all have a merry Christmas or whatever you celebrate.

He ment well (sometimes did) said...

@ wine...I think I am more like worn wool

Wayne Pitchko said...

nicely done and thanks for sharing

Zeba said...

This is interesting..

Mariya Koleva said...

Aw, I've had one X-mas like that! Lucky me, it was only one.
Wonderful "crease".

Susie Clevenger said...

Great job...you rumple me starched and stiffened self..creased by you...I love this!

robin said...

creased by you (great line)

She Writes said...

This is hands down one of my very favorite pieces of yours. It's wrenching. At least to me.