Jenish Somadas Poet Verse

Tweed

Cold is her name
A tweed hides her quiet eyes
Beneath coarse outer skin
Is there warmth she tries to hide?

Threads tell their tale
Woven bright with whispered past
Hard to crack her pale heart
A staple that will still last.



Second in TEXTURE OF MINIMALISM Poetry Contest by Nette Onclaud

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Maclawrence Famuyiwa November 22, 2025 at 11:36 PM "Threads tell her tale, woven bright with whispered past". These lines are sumptuous. They are the essence of the beauty of this poem. Congrats. Jenish Somadas November 22, 2025 at 11:38 PM Thank you Maclawrence for your kind words..

Christuraj Alex November 21, 2025 at 9:29 PM "Is there warmth she tries to hide?" - Beautiful writing. Congratulations! Jenish Somadas November 22, 2025 at 8:46 PM Thank you Alex

Andrea Dietrich November 21, 2025 at 12:48 PM So interesting and enjoyable to read. Big congrats on your win Jenish Somadas November 22, 2025 at 8:46 PM Thank you Andrea..

Gershon Wolf November 18, 2025 at 9:36 AM Interesting poem, Jenish. Sounds as if this mystery women may have her heart 'stapled.' ~ Gershon ... P.S. You have soup mail. Jenish Somadas November 18, 2025 at 8:39 PM Thank you Gershon..