Fold

GRM

Tina Twito
Origami anger,
folded in and folded in,
always twisting, recreating
always seeming like a smile.

Her hands grow strong,
but also learn,
that paper tears and
cuts as well.
She grows so tired
of patterns without change.

There soon will come
a rip,
a slice,
a crease that won't lie flat.
And all the folds will fall.

She'll then rip down
the wide, clear sky
and in the ancient art
of jaw and scale
will form the bluest boa . . .

almost lovely as it swallows
all the paper people down,
almost music at it spits
the bones of
paperclips and pins.

Published by Tina Twito

I'm 39, with a wonderful husband (in Iowa), and a daughter who lives in NC with her hubby (love them both!). I write mostly children's stories and poetry (rhyming poetry, traditional poetry, haiku, but mostl...  View profile

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  • rama devi (Nina Marshall)10/29/2011

    Superb metaphor--and so well extended. I agree with JLC--An amazing poem, worth reading a number of times. Impressed! Glad we 'subscribed' to each other--and so pleased to find gifted poets here. ;)

  • Trisha Hodges9/13/2011

    Nice work... I love the ending. 5*

  • Mindy Mai9/13/2011

    Great depiction using Origami.

  • J L Carey Jr9/13/2011

    This is one of your best poems. I just keep reading it over and over. The ending is so incredible for it too.

  • Harriet Steinberg9/12/2011

    Great analogy!!!!!

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