Written for Sunday's Whirligig
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It was the birthday
of resentments
each move choking eroding
no take backs
no open gates here
no sparks
no dazzling smile
for you
I pared
my love
to stumpsmove on!
before
i remember
where
i hid the weapons
i
forgot
to
say
you
can
rot
for
all
i
care
6 Comments
Close this window Jump to comment formOooo. glad you got that off your chest:)
September 20, 2015 at 7:20 PM
You sure know how to pair rotting and weapons. Proud of you.
September 20, 2015 at 8:59 PM
Whew . . . eroding . . . rotting . . .
Like you said, not a Love Poem . . .
September 20, 2015 at 11:19 PM
I love the format - somehow reminded me of a sword in combination with those fierce and wonderful words.
September 21, 2015 at 6:32 AM
i like this one a lot.. you said it ALL
September 21, 2015 at 7:31 AM
I like this one. Creative and very to the point!
September 21, 2015 at 1:26 PM