Singly and together we crowd
into the designated space, careful
to avoid the edges and the inevitable
cuts, but we are so many and the space
so small we soon find ourselves
crowding and elbowing each other,
finding breathing increasingly difficult
as more and more of us push inside,
until some of us are hanging
by the edges, irrespective of the inevitable
blood staining the white, and the words
upon the white, until the space itself
begins to shudder and buckle causing
the wisest among us to leap for safety.
Over at dVerse Poets today, the prompt is idioms, and I can think of no idiom I’m least fond of than this one. To see more poems, please visit dVerse Poets.
Photograph by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
smiles...gotta wonder if that is how the guy fell out the window while paul was preaching...smiles...ha...the blood stain on the white...interesting perspective glynn...
when too much is too much...
I really love your perspective here !! Great job on the prompt !! Just Excellent !!
This has such a lovely flow, Glynn.
it reminds me of a flat earth...
Ooh... this is one of the stronger pieces I've read from this prompt. Great write! I liked the blood staining the white and the words upon the white aslo. -Mike
...avoiding is not at all a good option... for the more one avoid the edges the more you it will be led to you... the more your world will play small before your eyes & understanding... smiles... thank you for sharing this...
Yes the blood on the page is a nice touch. People don't realize the cost of this particular idiom (no, I don't care for it either). Thank you.
Oh, beautifully done. There are times when this particular idiom is a quick way into discerning if there is at least some form of 'centered' agreement on a topic or project, but it has been way over-used, hasn't it? interesting take, Glynn. Thanks.
I am smiling while I jump.
Sometimes I find myself asking, "Which page?"
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