paper scissors



they don’t cut much, or
deep, and they keep
tearing. their edges are
ragged and worn as my
own. but i am convinced
if i let them flap in the breeze
long enough, they might
cover me,
rock my inky center,
carve me home.

 

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Late to the party over at the dVerse Quadrille

 

 

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10 Responses to paper scissors

  1. I enjoyed your creativity in responding to the prompt. The image of paper scissors is interesting.

  2. “Carve me home” is an intriguing visual. An act that may take longer than the paper scissors lifetime, but a feeling we wanderers know well.

  3. coalblack says:

    Faith moves mountains, so they say.

  4. Frank Hubeny says:

    I like carving me home however scissors might do that.

  5. kanzensakura says:

    Paper scissors…rock, paper scissors…it might take awhile but we who wander know that sooner or later, you always end up right where you began, even if it is only in your heart.

  6. Paper cuts exist though… but I prefer to let it rock my inky center…

  7. Grace says:

    Love that: rock my inky center, De !

  8. Mish says:

    I think this has layers of metaphors to peel back ….or cut into…..gently with paper scissors.
    Love it, De!

  9. kim881 says:

    Love what you’ve done with the title, De! Now where can I get a pair of those paper scissors?

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