It’s Deeper Than Skin
We are each other’s skin,
an inherited thorn
touched by lineage,
memory’s echo.
Soft as silk,
as green is to spring.
I sleep
in quilted flesh.
I dream
to breathe,
my heart;
its voice.
Skin … my moral default when
I wander far and flooded.
for dVerse. Quadrille #9: 44 words including the word “green”.
“I sleep in quilted flesh” – an absolutely amazing and astute line! Can’t comment any more — this line is just…apocalyptic!
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This is beyond skin-deep ~ I admire the opening lines Misky and thought of shared disease (an inherited thorn) among family members ~ A unique take on the spring green, smiles ~
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Thank you so very much.
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I’m just mixing words, De, sort of like mixing paint.
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And
Blood
As
bONE..:)
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I cannot find a line that’s my favorite.. the image of that shared skin.. for me it goes beyond
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Thanks. I’m really happy that you liked it.
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Skin … my moral default when
I wander far and flooded.
Skin or in this case blood will impose the obligation and responsibility to be together among siblings. Family conflicts and break-ups can be most cruel. Very true Misky!
Hank
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Thank you, Rosemary. >
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Thanks, Sarah.
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