Following my heart, I wait for the
sweet sound of shattering glass
Pieces of ruby gleam on the hard
wood floor. He plucks out a tune on
his guitar and the notes enter me.
I panic as he crawls across the floor eating
parts of my heart. I crumble, emotionally spent.
Rhone's resolve is to be admired. He reaches
out to me, cradles me in his arms. I feel the
slant of his smile in my hair.
I am not a victim of love. Shattering to pieces is
an art form I've perfected at a very young age.
S.
3WW
powerful piece this
ReplyDeleteTY. Shelia, I just finished revising this.
ReplyDeleteluv you.
Your writing is just delicious, I love 'I feel the slant of his smile in my hair' ... lovely.
ReplyDeleteLovely metaphor... delicious.
ReplyDeleteWow... I really like it.
ReplyDeletehi Debora, Ty. for the way you read me.
ReplyDeleteTy, Laurie, enjoy your poem as well.
ReplyDeleteUrszula, Ty. your pen name rocks.
ReplyDeleteAnother delicious imagery rich piece..i love the ruby (i think of ruby slippers)..that you can crumble them and absorb them..fly away in the moment..Jae
ReplyDeleteLovely, just lovely.
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hey darling jaerose. ruby seems fluid, therefore
ReplyDeleteholds human qualities of vulnerability, dreams...flight and mercy.
love you, J.
hey avy, Ty. your mom's diary entries are intriguing.
ReplyDeletelove this...especially the second stanza...you always do amazing work!!
ReplyDeleteThis is great, you are very talented I could never write anything like this!
ReplyDelete"I feel the
ReplyDeleteslant of his smile in my hair."
This is one those tropes that is beautiful precisely because it's risky. I like the chances you take, fellow Scorpio. :-)
Greetings from London.
Susie, Ty. for saying so.
ReplyDeleteShe of lovely name -Chloe Mia. Sure you could
ReplyDeletejust submit to your Muse.
Hola, in London. I love to play with words. TY
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well, tY, Haley.
ReplyDeleteYou paint a great picture :)
ReplyDeleteBen, hey there. Ty.
ReplyDeleteyour poetry has this kinetic energy, a movement
ReplyDeletethat gives pleasure. xo
She's both at once a victim and yet ready to be it too so, really she is no victim at all.
ReplyDeleteVery sensual, powerful imagery.
hey sweet lips, TY - wOw
ReplyDeletebeautiful dreamer .. you've read her well- TY
ReplyDeleteI just love reading your writing it always puts right there. I feel each passion in each line.
ReplyDeleteBlessings
awesome... no other words to describe...I am not a victim of love. Shattering to pieces is
ReplyDeletean art form I've perfected at a very young age.
i just loved it...
Beth - I'm thrilled - ty.
ReplyDeleteTY Sruthi Ty.
ReplyDelete"I feel the
ReplyDeleteslant of his smile in my hair."
MESMERISING.
marita, hey & TY.
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