Fall to pieces,
A house of hearts deconstructed.
Nor shall I weep, no, not a trickle, I’ll
Dance as you waltz away.
Nor shall I deprive myself
Of joyous sleep,
Even though my eyes be saddened,
Stricken and smutted with tearful grief.
Trust me; I’ll dance as you waltz away.
Marilyn 'Misky' Braendeholm lives in the UK surrounded by flowers, grapevines, bubbling pots of sourdough starter, bottles of fermenting vinegar, a Springer Spaniel, and a small camera that she keeps in her pocket. She never buys clothing without pockets.
Misky’s poetry and flash fiction are at http://miskmask.wordpress.com and Misky Cooks at http://miskcooks.com
Oh, Misky. This is a fantastic piece.ReplyDelete
"A house of hearts deconstructed," "Stricken and smutted with tearful grief"...LOVE it.
Thanks, De. I'm pleased to hear that. :) Amy knows how to pick 'um, eh?Delete
What a delicious poem Misk ... it aches with not weeping ...ReplyDelete
Thanks, SE! Glad you like it, and thanks for your continued (wonderful) support. :)Delete
Misky, you really know how to heart and dance--love the house of hearts deconstructed and "dance as you waltz away" so perfect :-)ReplyDelete
Thanks, Sara! I'm glad pleased that you liked it. :)Delete