Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Fearless, She Enters Nightfall

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

32 comments:

  1. TY. Shelia, I just finished revising this.
    luv you.

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  2. Your writing is just delicious, I love 'I feel the slant of his smile in my hair' ... lovely.

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  3. hi Debora, Ty. for the way you read me.

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  4. Ty, Laurie, enjoy your poem as well.

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  5. Urszula, Ty. your pen name rocks.

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  6. Another 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

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  7. hey darling jaerose. ruby seems fluid, therefore
    holds human qualities of vulnerability, dreams...flight and mercy.

    love you, J.

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  8. hey avy, Ty. your mom's diary entries are intriguing.

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  9. love this...especially the second stanza...you always do amazing work!!

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  10. This is great, you are very talented I could never write anything like this!

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  11. "I feel the
    slant 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.

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  12. She of lovely name -Chloe Mia. Sure you could
    just submit to your Muse.

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  13. Hola, in London. I love to play with words. TY

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  14. such beautiful words!! i love your blog =)

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  15. your poetry has this kinetic energy, a movement
    that gives pleasure. xo

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  16. She's both at once a victim and yet ready to be it too so, really she is no victim at all.
    Very sensual, powerful imagery.

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  17. beautiful dreamer .. you've read her well- TY

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  18. I just love reading your writing it always puts right there. I feel each passion in each line.
    Blessings

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  19. awesome... no other words to describe...I am not a victim of love. Shattering to pieces is
    an art form I've perfected at a very young age.
    i just loved it...

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  20. "I feel the
    slant of his smile in my hair."

    MESMERISING.

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