Red-handed

by Colm   Jan 14, 2012


I caught my poetry late at night
admiring himself in the bathroom mirror
when he thought I was asleep.

I peeked through the gap in the door -
I could only see his reflection -
and found him posing for his similes,
throwing flirtatious glances at metaphors
and personifying himself.

His throat was too clear and his eyes
too wide with a gaudy zest.
I would rather him anorexic than have him
trying not to keep me up at night.
I would rather whisper to him
not wanting to be heard.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Kiko

    I feel like this poem doesn't really get off the ground until the third stanza. The first two stanzas seem a bit childish to me, but in the third stanza, your personification becomes more sophisticated and credible... and the ending is quite good.

  • 12 years ago

    by xoxShorteexox

    Wow, Colm. Another amazing piece by you, but this one really shows off your unique style. It's really becoming more and more brilliant with every poem that you write.

    "found him posing for his similes,
    throwing flirtatious glances at metaphors
    and personifying himself."

    -- Those were definitely my favorite lines; they put the topper on thinking of poetry in a different light or even as a human being.

    Superbly written like always.

    5/5

    -Heather

  • 12 years ago

    by Karla

    Colm, whenever I read a piece of yours, I get surprised. Your criativity has no limits. I really liked how you personified poetry here.It is very interesting. Sometimes I think poetry enslaves me. I see it as a woman so I call it she all the time.
    Some time ago I wrote a poem in Portuguese talking about the idea of being Poetry's slave. Well I really don't mind having the best Mistress/Master in the world.Loved your poem.You know I'm always in awe of your work.

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