You
the individual
in you
(May you never know the meaning of disappointment.)
your world
fragile and layered
the memories; grow around the core.
Your palm -- the perfect cup
Can you see the shape you've formed?
Can you peel away the
desperation you built?
(May you never know what it means to lose.)
There is a way to balance on this beam
a way to keep from stumbling and falling -- because you're sick
of waiting for broken bones to heal.
(May you always be patient and never understanding.)
Clean out the room in your head; throw out
the love notes that you still read but keep the ones
you never touch.
Burn the dreams you fret about
but keep the ones you never cared to chase.
(May this glass world be just a little more clear.)
You become the better liar.
The lover you found dangling on the brink of happiness
whose heart you tore with the casanova smile you practiced
in your mirror
when you said your future with them was an atomic bomb.
(If you love someone, let them go.)
May your heart be cold but your blood warm.
May you never find the warm solace
the true beauty
the wonderful flower
never know
never know
true happiness.
Author notes
I'm terribly sorry for the delay. Thank you for waiting!
I used the quote prompt: All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.
- Henry Ellis
It was an interesting poem to write. Thank you once again. Loved this contest. -Jen
A contest entry
- Invite only (Round 5) by Blue-Rose Beauty.
1150 points, ended October 19, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Your palm -- the perfect cup
Can you see the shape you've formed?
Can you peel away the
desperation you built?
Wow! Wonderful. Beyond my expectations. Lovely job, you did great with the prompt.
Thanks for entering.
Polymerized

