by jkdavies
I am too weak and
you are too tempting, please
leave like a stormcloud.
Storm tossed reeds bounce back,
"you are strong, independent,
she needs me," he pleads.
My needs ploughed under
dark soil so yours can grow, forced
to my fallow time.
No coffin for this
love killed by your thoughtlessness;
naked mouldering.
Repeated goodbyes
touched to fiery sparks, puddled
blisters left to heal.
My essence pools,
slows to mirrored ice, blue sheened
to reflect you back.
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Fourth, coffinless and fifth's 'puddled blisters' especially poignant and vivid.
ReplyDeleteThe ability to express so much is so few words is enviable - and I have already exceeded a haiku's allowance!
Truly one of the most moving poems I have read in ages. Gorgeous.
ReplyDeletePlease do not let yourself freeze and reflect the other person and please don't let yourself be ploughed under. You are too good to ever be a victim (she said, worried that the poem was nonfiction).
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