“Never love a wild thing…If you let yourself love a wild thing, you’ll end up looking at the sky.”
― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories
Days of youth when nights never end
a wild haired gypsy child-woman
Silver earrings dangling
gaudy bracelets clanging
dancing to her favorite songs.
Caught up in a whirlwind
of colorful young men- yearning
to capture her body’s bright soul
tether her to their hungry embrace
put her spirit in its ‘rightful’ place.
But yet with sweet grace, she resists
elusive as a lace winged butterfly
she flits from honeyed bloom to bloom
never lingering in a heart too long
She takes to the skies, soaring ever higher.
Author’s Note: It’s our 11th anniversary at dVerse and I am hosting today’s Poetics. The prompt is choosing one of 11 lines from Breakfast at Tiffany’s and using it to inspire a poem. The…
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Reena Saxena 
runnin til caught
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