we dance around the
pink elephant in the room
trying our best to avoid
the sharp edges that threaten
to pierce our boundaries
pink elephant in the room
trying our best to avoid
the sharp edges that threaten
to pierce our boundaries
we both know what needs
to be said but our lips
stay sealed as our voices
linger silently in our throats
Oh, how quickly those pink elephants can grow.
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Thanks for reading, de.
DeleteA great poem. Those sharp edges can be a problem!
ReplyDeleteThank you Dwight.
DeleteI know that dance well, although I wish I didn't. A great write!
ReplyDeleteThanks Carol.
DeleteThat silence is sharper than anything else.
ReplyDeleteSo true.
DeleteInteresting metaphor that "pink elephant"
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my blog.
Much♡love
Thanks for reading Gillena.
DeleteWhat an original way to describe life, Maria! I know that feeling of lips staying sealed and voice lingering silently in my throat.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words, Kim.
DeleteAh... silence really isn't golden when we're avoiding reality. Nice one!
ReplyDeleteTrue. Thanks for reading Susan.
DeleteYes, we do that quite often ... much to our detriment. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThanks Helen.
DeleteElephants has a way of taking up a lot of room.
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Real and imagined ones. Thanks for reading.
DeleteThose closing lines are so good and so true!
ReplyDeleteThank you.
Deleteloved this. take a look at Imelda mays poem "elephant"
ReplyDeletethis reminded me of that
Thank you.
DeleteOh those pesky, hang-around pink elephants!
ReplyDeleteYes the can be pesky. Thanks for reading.
DeleteThis is such a perfect telling of emotion in a relationship moment.
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