Friction
She
sees
the words
‘I love you’
as if they were not
penned in a hand far from her own.
Holds them up to the light and feels
their heat scorch her skin
throws them in
and lets
them
burn.
sees
the words
‘I love you’
as if they were not
penned in a hand far from her own.
Holds them up to the light and feels
their heat scorch her skin
throws them in
and lets
them
burn.
Fiction
He
says
the words
‘I love you’
as if they are true
but her healing heart hears secrets.
She closes her eyes, says nothing
because after all,
she can lie
as well
as
he.
says
the words
‘I love you’
as if they are true
but her healing heart hears secrets.
She closes her eyes, says nothing
because after all,
she can lie
as well
as
he.
De Jackson is a poet, a parent and a stubborn survivor of multiple past heart massacres. She writes ad copy for money, and poems for love. She has now been ridiculously happily married for almost 14 years, but when it comes to poeming her past life, she pens much, and Fibs often. She clacks the good, the bad and the ugly daily at www.whimsygizmo.wordpress.com.
These say so much, De. You've captured an entire relationship in two concise poems. How you manage it is beyond me.
ReplyDeleteExcellent, as usual.
Two stunning pieces, De. Well done, and congratulations.
ReplyDeleteOh yes -- what Claudsy said! You've written a novel in two little fibs. Beautiful work, De -- as always! :-)
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