Fighting in the
Streets
in the great canyons
of the city people crowd the streets flee in all directions
mickey and minnie and scantily clad women with the letters NY
on their bare
bottoms cowboys and indians dash for subways
no longer free the
threat didn't come from another someone unknown
instead it came from
you my love i didn't see it coming
your attack
deadly the scent of death in the air
freda once painted
the scene death by a thousand nicks there was no retreat
as in historic
battles one had to stand and take it streets soaked in blood
people slipped in
the bloody gore maybe it was all about winning or some other prize
that couldn't be
ignored i ran the gantlet took every blow
from your deadly bag
of tricks could not deny your cruelty our history long
you knew my
weaknesses i did not respond for that
you became more
angry tossed thunderbolts i try to understand
the cause of such
bad weather a sudden thunderstorm but have no clue
about the
motive or was it just the time of day
September 20, 2015
Heart Lines Grow Deep
the tree loaded with
green apples ripe for picking it is the harvest time of year
standing on the
shore watching the waves return see your face in silhouette
as though it were
carefully cut from black silk it drizzles even as the sun shines
the season of the heart is now and has been from birth
heart lines grow
deep into the deepest depths into the dark places
it is the child
in you that takes unfair advantage he knows no boundries
he knows you best you have opened to
him shown him all of your secrets
nothing hidden he has the power to
strip you to the bone
holds nothing back he can be vicious for what the child doesn't know
even love
itself can not always heal what is broken
September 20, 2015
Note: I do not know why the spacing isn't as it should be? It appears correct, but when I update, it no longer is?
Note: I do not know why the spacing isn't as it should be? It appears correct, but when I update, it no longer is?
15 comments:
Sometimes these things get glitches. I have a lot of trouble with font and spacing changes in draft, where everything posts a different way than I want it to, especially if I edit it. No idea how to fix it.You might try highlighting the whole post, hitting the remove format key on the upper right and then re-space it all over again...that sometimes works for me. Your poem still looks good though. And I love the truth in it, that those who know us for real, for life, know exactly what buttons to push to distress us.......and the sad wisdom in the closing lines that love cannot always heal what is broken. A beautiful poem, my friend.
Love should be constant and unconditional but it cannot change events. Our love continues even when our loved ones move on, it doesn't lessen but it does say "Be proud how you have loved".
With regard to Blogger I had no end of trouble a few months ago but now it is behaving. Clearly your turn to be tested has come round!
"tossed thunderbolts"---yikes...what a poignant, brilliant description!! I love the imagery and the questioning of what has caused such bad weather.
well I am kinda glad it was just a storm . I was thinking it was something a bit more nefarious. I guess we could blame a higher power but I bet it's just nature. if it is on Florida you can about set your watch to the daily rain
Dear X...who said it was a storm...or was it a storm of sorts...it's all nature after all...I'm not sure about the higher power...maybe a lower power? It happened in New York, Times Square....yes, I think 'nefarioua' is a good description....thanks for your comment.
for what the child doesn't know
even love itself can not always heal what is broken
Such poignant & beautiful lines.
always enjoy your writing.
ZQ
Really like both pieces, but especially the lines about how love can not always heal what is broken. It takes so long to truly understand that truth, and many never find it at all. Wish I had a solution for the spacing problem. My issues got resolved when I'd type the piece on my word processor program and then copy and paste it as a whole into my dashboard window. But, your formatting is so different that I'm not sure that would help you at all,
Elizabeth
I too always love your writing. The spacing works for me; makes sense in terms of meaning, anyway.
So true....love cannot always heal what is broken. We wish it could, and in an ideal world it would happen...but no, it often does not!
Some powerful words and images to ponder...leaving a lasting impression as always, but that last line is quite visceral and so very true.
"even love itself can not always heal what is broken" the line will stay with me...
Two beautiful tapestries (and the shape looked perfect) - both seem to be internal battles..perhaps the first harsh..the second more 'forgiving'..so often we know our enemy...even if we don't acknowledge it as part of ourself..
it's so interesting in how many ways this can be read..
Two well crafted poems.
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