49.01. Pride Undaunted
war had long waged within:
arrows of self-worth repeatedly thrown against self-preservation’s iced cage at last had worn a hole to facilitate pride’s historical escape onto unsuspecting lips
and said secret smile of pride
dared to become public fodder,
dared to grow… until it splattered like sin
across her once naked faceMeeAugraphie
02/25/09
I am wired, I want to just sit and write one after the other after the other… Yes, my Poetry Tumble continues. I must stop myself for a while, but that last line is beckoning — but then so is the rest of my life, grin! How this series started and all of them in chronological order are found here: Poetry Tumble
EDIT:
… and we see what being wired did: I did NOT use the last line of the previous poem… therefore, this becomes the Poem 1 in my newest tumble of lines: Poetry Tumble Too. Feel free to stop back anytime to read them all in chronological order by clicking on the Poetry Tumble Too page at the top of this blog.
[...] post containing Poem 49 was edited to reflect it as Poem 1 in Poetry Tumble, Too, my new poetry tumble. Hopefully this one will make it to 100 with no [...]