Touche' Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

Touche'

Rating: 5.0


The deafening roar
of your thoughts
reduces her to
insignificance.

Your fist slapped palm
reduces you.
to nothing at all.
She is a woman cowering.


Waf

Friday, April 26, 2019
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Carl Roussell 02 May 2019

A strong write on abuse - feeling better only by hurting and diminishing someone else. A 10.

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Sally P. P. 13 March 2020

Thanks for your comment.Carl, it’s difficult to remark on such a subject.

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Sally Plumb Plumb

Sally Plumb Plumb

Haverhill Suffolk England
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