Origami of the Soul by Tara Rose

Quaz | Jul 15th, 2022 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

I have been folded over myself,
over and over again.
Twist, bend, arrange, shape,
into countless permutations.
Fold, crease, unfold, flip, rotate.
A swan, a flower, a rabbit,
a crane, a jumping frog.
Each one so beautiful.
Each one so clever.
Yet, I long to unfold,
expand,
smooth out,
flatten.
Now, take a pen,
spread your ink on me,
I am waiting for your words.

Poet Bio

Tara Rose lives in Cape Town. She likes bending and folding words. She uses them to explore inner and outer worlds.

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