Caren Krutsinger Poet Dramatic Verse

Throws Herself On Paper

throws herself on paper
reveals heart to strangers
throws herself on paper
identity unrevealed

throws herself on paper
fearless, bold, sensual
throws herself on paper
poet persona unknown to others

unbelievable to those who know her.

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M. L. Kiser December 12, 2018 at 5:47 AM How do you manage to do that without going through the paper? I always end up with a huge hole when I throw myself. HAHAHA, I'm visualizing you throwing yourself right now. Look out, that paper's right on the edge of the table...! Caren Krutsinger December 12, 2018 at 6:37 AM I just put a big dent in a paper trying this out. Funny!

Caren Krutsinger December 11, 2018 at 11:46 AM Hahahahaha The "real" Caren and I are in cahoots today for sure. I am part of a Christmas Committee, figuring out toys for children. I am THING 1 and the school nurse who thought up this great idea is THING 2. Rhona Mcferran December 11, 2018 at 12:27 PM Loved this poem... and grinning now, thinking of you as THING 1! hahahaha ;D

P.S. Awtry December 11, 2018 at 10:28 AM Whoa... there’s a sort of manic pace... And a dark irony... Just wow! I saw an entire play and backstory somehow in these few lines. :) Caren Krutsinger December 11, 2018 at 11:45 AM Hahahaha I think I should create a small story now.

Line Gauthier December 11, 2018 at 9:05 AM Love it. Caren Krutsinger December 11, 2018 at 11:45 AM Thank you Line. It just ran out of my fingers onto the page.

Mystic Rose Rose December 11, 2018 at 7:17 AM Your a smart one Caren Krutsinger, heart smart, ! Keep writing. Caren Krutsinger December 11, 2018 at 8:07 AM thank you Pixie Dust. As if I could quit....

Sand Blown December 11, 2018 at 7:08 AM hey man...when i was a kid the most popular...hmmph...poets were the playboy bunnies who threw themselves on paper