impaling my brittle heart on its poisoned tip,
draining it brutally to the last vital dreg
of anemic blood- my wavering lifeline.
The fire from her caustic tongue has burnt
the solitary kernel of my cloistered being,
give me a brush so I can sweep the ashes,
give me a rag so I can wipe the slate clean.
(One of my favorite Native American proverbs says: It is better to have less thunder in the mouth and more lightning in the hand)
July 2010
July 2010
6 comments:
It's a great saying and I like how you've interpreted it in your poem
Thank you Juliet, for dropping by and reading this. I really appreciate it.
Powerful poem. I get the feeling that the thunder in her tongue may cause her distress and pain too...
Thank you, Jasmine. From my own experience, people like that do not take responsibility for their words or actions. There is always someone else to be blamed. That's why they never change and keep playing with the emotions and sensibilities of others. There is simply no sense of self awareness. Maybe, it has to do with experiences in life that make one bitter and caustic.... Nevertheless, this poem is a bit of a catharsis for me. I have simply poured out my feelings in this piece.
this is such a good reminder as to how powerful words are, thank you. It reminds me of this quote:
Every word is an incantation,
each thought a spell.
Use your magic
wisely.
Well said, Tammie. Thanks for dropping by again :)
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