Ambivalence

Posted by | May 15, 2012 | 7 Comments

(a poem for Facebook)

Words slip from the screen,
winding me in threads of text,
binding mind and feeling.

Fumbling at the brisk
pace of caring,
I scroll through worlds—

loss, laughter, lunch on Tuesday,

silent strings of detail that
glisten outward

and by gossamer connection
I am both secured and sliced,
life left as ribbons
in my hand.

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7 Responses to “Ambivalence”

  1. Jennifer
    May 15th, 2012 @ 7:13 am

    Beautifully written!!

  2. Blue
    May 15th, 2012 @ 10:36 am

    “Like”

  3. Melissa Y
    May 15th, 2012 @ 10:41 am

    LOL, Blue

    Thanks Jennifer!

  4. Sharlee
    May 15th, 2012 @ 11:32 am

    Love the poem. And love you, Melissa and Blue! :-)

  5. Scott Crane
    May 15th, 2012 @ 11:53 pm

    You had me at ‘mormon women’…

  6. Sage
    May 16th, 2012 @ 4:28 am

    Gorgeous. Perfect. That is facebook for me too! Written so well. Thanks!

  7. Melissa Y
    May 16th, 2012 @ 7:58 am

    Scott, I’m dying laughing! Thanks for popping in. :)

    I appreciate your kind words, Sage.



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