The shard of glass
in my bathtub
splits your voice into too
many pieces to
understand, it means nothing
to us both
just in different ways,
a different langauge
to converse in
is what is needed now.
Just a moment to think
an umpire to watch over
and score-board to keep track.
All these years, these growing-pains
and this blooming
but still it comes as a shock,
I ask myself why. You sang
'If you don't know me by now'
to my mother over bread,
the butter that we swim in,
every night we need to go
another two rounds.
I cry as the old blood pumps
once more, through the veins
of our lives, the echo
of a bomb-blast as the
dust settles on the rubble
in the living-room.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This piece painted a great visual for the reader. Sad and painful. Very powerful use of metaphors. It flows easily and tells a sad story. Great write
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This is awesome! The metaphors are fantastic and this touches on my heart for it somewhat describes what I am going through with someone now. Thanks for sharing. This is great!
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Very powerful stuff. You use good metaphors that provide great visuals for the reader. The flow and tone of this is perfect. I like the phrase 'the butter that we swim in'.
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Wow!
I absolutely enjoyed the flow of this. And I could feel your pain and literally picture the scenes in my mind as I interpreted it. I tend to like poems that paint a clear picture and this was one of those! Awesome! Take care of you!
Tara
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