She walks wildly while veiled
glaring at people with butterfly eyes;
her claws are almost retracted,
and her jaws are ready to snap
To you, she is crazy. but for me
she is wearing her crown
with a wisdom that’s just wearing
her down.
Today dVerse is Quadrille and we should use the word crown in our 44 word poems.
November 29, 2021
Running in the slow lane
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“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
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Oh, those last lines sting. Heavy is the head, indeed. Well done.
And thus the tragedy, yes…a sensitive poem with empathy and insight…
Your poem made me think of that green-eyed girl from National Geographic
She was evacuated to Italy, yes…
this is piercing…
Very gritty.
I feel sorry for her–a heavy burden she carries.
She sounds off her meds to me, Bjorn!
I think being crowned would wear anyone down, great insight!
Very interesting. Luv the supporting image
Much💜love
“glaring at people with butterfly eyes“ … I love that so much! I’m totally picturing a little girl in timeout. Only her dad understands her and loves her through her mess.
So many elements in this show that she’s in full dress-up garb—veil, crown, butterfly eyes, claws, down (as in feathers, a boa). I love it so much. ❤
It’s not easy being her, but…
It is very hard to read a face behind the mask/veil. Body language on the other hand says a lot! It is hard to stay calm with everything is weighing you down! Well done.
D@mned hard to not be crazy these days. My mask is falling away day after day.
It’s lovely to know that someone acknowledges her, and understands just what it is that is troubling her. Nice work!
Love the beginning alliteration. Great difference of perspective.
Wisdom can be a heavy burden. Especially, hidden behind butterfly eyes. There is a fluttering of light there….
Perfect image of the responsibility and weariness of leadership. Love this one, Björn.
I feel as though she’s already trapped in jaws of something or someone nefarious. The almost retracted claws being canines, crowns and wisdom remind me of molars. The teeth wearing her down being mastication.
Wonderful poem! She sure does seem grand!
The contrast between the butterfly eyes and the almost retracted claws is arresting.
It sounds like this is a most difficult life that is stealing her beauty, slowly.
Sounds like it is a heavy weight to bear indeed. Great quadrille Bjorn!
Not many can see the light within such darkness. Even then it does little to relieve the weight of owning it.
What a startling poem Bjorn. It throws you off kilter.
People often perceive those who are struggling as crazy without realizing their story. Such a strong and truthful poem!
she walks veiled…..Your poem here reminds me of the long long time we’ve been in masks. They seem to weigh more and more every day….and it’s harder and harder to make our smiles “seen” in just our eyes.
Ah yes. True wisdom knows what to do with wisdom so it doesn’t wear you down. Wonderful!
Wonderful poem. Some are proud of the crown and misuse its power, though.
We’re not always good at understanding why someone behaves the way they do are we? Love the alliteration at the start.
The crazy female…sometimes the anger is justified and true. (K)