Pieces of Them: A Poem on Impressions | Thursday Verse No. 15

  Identity emerges in fragments: sounds, textures, and gestures noticed in others and reflected in ourselves. We rarely encounter anyone as a complete whole; it is in their contradictions and quiet luminosity that these fragments gather into meaning. 

  This piece is shaped by those observations.

Pieces of them

Photograph by Tasha Kamrowski on Pexels. (Cropped from original)

The shattering giggles of her crystal smile,

The firmness of her sole with her every stride,

The trail of lightness left behind by her gaping cry,

The courage in the laughter of her fear-filled eyes,

The sharpness of her rusty, commanding voice,

Which melts at the sight of a babbling child,

And the softness of rue under the callus of his vice...

They all catch the rise of my iris’s delight.


- Mercy Rebonica

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