Samurai Armor
The empty samurai shell
sits humped in the corner.
A breeze licks the negative spaces,
seeking the soul
of the warrior
whose sweat
rings the plates of armor
like echoes of fury and passion.
Lorie Ann Grover, 2009
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5 comments:
Yes. Negative spaces. How well I understand. Great poem.
Any time I see the word "samurai," I think of The Master Puppeteer.
It's a powerful wind that seeks empty spaces. Great poem!
I really like this. Especially "A breeze licks the negative spaces"...
Thanks, everyone! xox
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