Shape Shifter

That morning you did not look like you
Your body was much broader
And your eyes a different hue
No clarity and no order
Where once you were a gazelle
You seemed so much the bear
I nearly passed unknowing
Nearly didn’t see you there

Do you know you’re a shape shifter
Is it by accident or design?
Do you wear the shapes like fashion
Sometimes coarse and sometimes fine?
Or is it all beyond your knowing
Feeling alien some days
When you see the ones you care for
See you approach but look away?

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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16 Responses to Shape Shifter

  1. I have thought about these situations and can’t feel horrified that such occasions can occur. Sadly I know they do. Good poem Helen.

  2. timbush222 says:

    Nice poem Helen. 🙂

  3. I have met some shape shifters in my time. Hoping I do not again. Sigh. 🙂 Great poem, Sis!!!

  4. Shape shifters… yeah… I know them too and they won’t look you in the eyes. There is truth that the eyes are windows to the soul. xxxx

  5. Nice Helen – shape shifters – yes I think we have all known them in our time – well done.

  6. Even though you don’t have Twitter rest-assured I am pimping your links out lol Fabulous Helen this is really clever I love it!

  7. says:

    I loved it !

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