Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #2
I Stumbled Into a Cactus
by Belinda Roddie
I stumbled into a cactus and had
to pull the prickles one by one out of
my fingers. I drew a bit of blood from
one particular spot in the center
of my palm. As I went inside and cleaned
my wounds over the kitchen sink, I said,
"Well, that was pretty stupid of me." When
the gauze was wrapped around my hands, I walked
into the living room and saw the vase
of roses sitting somberly on the
coffee table that I had bought from my
father. I noticed that I hadn't cut
away all the thorns from the stems. I thought,
"your touch has come to steal the soul I caught."
by Belinda Roddie
I stumbled into a cactus and had
to pull the prickles one by one out of
my fingers. I drew a bit of blood from
one particular spot in the center
of my palm. As I went inside and cleaned
my wounds over the kitchen sink, I said,
"Well, that was pretty stupid of me." When
the gauze was wrapped around my hands, I walked
into the living room and saw the vase
of roses sitting somberly on the
coffee table that I had bought from my
father. I noticed that I hadn't cut
away all the thorns from the stems. I thought,
"your touch has come to steal the soul I caught."
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