Were it not for this teflon
-these confines of my skin,
I would be like a firecracker
bursting out from within
I comport myself for social decorum’s sake
and stroll through life
whistling whatever tune my lips make
-Very carefully
peeling back layers of me
trying not to resent my skin
for keeping me in
©Vivian Zems
Hedge 55– a poem in 55 words
Smell The Coffee 
May 18, 2018 at 7:40 pm
This is quite sparkling in its insight, and I can feel the resentment of what holds us back, something in our very physical selves as well as our minds/the outside world…I love the image,too, which lights the way for the opening lines, each one cracking good, and also “whatever tune my lips make..’ is a keeper as well. Thanks so much for bringing your fireworks to the 55, Vivian, and have a kickass weekend.
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May 18, 2018 at 7:58 pm
Thanks, J! I appreciate your comments. Glad you like it. I shall firecrack my way into the weekend -as I wait for this royal wedding to be over! Have a good one, too😊
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May 18, 2018 at 8:04 pm
Great poem; i wish i could write like you
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May 18, 2018 at 10:14 pm
Lol! Thank you! I’ve read yours and it’s pretty good. I’m heading back to finish reading your rant on America and shootings.
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May 19, 2018 at 7:26 pm
calling it a rant. ok.
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May 20, 2018 at 6:20 pm
Oops- meant in a positive way. Words charged by strong feelings..especially of injustice. I’ve had mine today called “Where Are The Heroes?”
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May 21, 2018 at 3:50 am
I was in a bad mood and I am sorry if it came across as short. It wasn’t very nice; I’m sorry. I will check out your blog now. I hope you continue to follow me
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May 21, 2018 at 2:51 pm
🙂 🙂 no worries
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May 19, 2018 at 1:29 pm
This makes me think of Katie Perry’s song “Firework.” I think all creative people must feel like they’ve got TNT in their handbag. Act normal! 😀
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May 19, 2018 at 2:26 pm
Thanks! I’m trying😂😂
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May 19, 2018 at 2:58 pm
This is beautiful! Oh how often our own bodies and social expectations feel like confinement.
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May 20, 2018 at 5:53 pm
I think creatives suffer this the most. Thanks for stopping by 😊
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May 20, 2018 at 1:42 am
This is a just waiting to burst at the seams poem… that tension prefect, the skin of a smile keeping it all in, holding it (for whatever it may entail, emotionally) all tight …. yet whistling a tune, apropos for decorum … all that …. but ever carefully, yet slightly resentful too. It’s an interesting playing of juxtapositions …all in 55! And it’s a great image to compliment!
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May 20, 2018 at 1:44 pm
Thanks Pat, I appreciate your comments 🙂
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