Ladies and Gentleman, I give you an older work of mine for this week, refurbished and reworked. The process of poetry is one of constant motion. If you’re bored (as my children often claim they are in the hot months of summer) I encourage you to find an old work of your own and give it a refresh.
I will only be accepting submissions for a couple more months for The Beautiful Stuff’s 2021 Poetry Anthology. Send me your stuff and we’ll have an awesome little email chat.
Enjoy this little trip up a trail with a broken heart.
Exhale Who knew? (breathe in) This sickening depth of damage you’d leave? (blow it out slow) The hole so deep and wide an ache so subtly gnawing (don’t forget to breathe again…) Good riddance, I’d said (force air in) Don’t let the fucking door hit you (fake bravado exhale) I’m better off. I don’t (Gasp) Need (Pant) You I don’t need you… Air bounces around frantically looks for an exit, erupts from the empty cavern of my chest bursting its way out of my lungs. I don’t need…you (ragged breath) Hold still now. Listen. To the sound of hollowness inside, Was it like this before? Was my heart always a black hole? it beats with the scrape of metal on glass, leaves dry water rings in the bottom of a heat-baked pot. Where is the air? Dizzy Trees whirl The rumble of thunder but no relief of rain The one shoe drop. Your end of the phone dead, weighted silence. Good (shiver) Finally, you’re gone! (breathe, damn it) Finally… Tears trace down dusty length of my neck you’re (Gasp, Gulp, Cough) Gone. Darkness drops and nothing but space grows in the garden of a heart once so carefully tended. I don’t need you. (exhale)
3 thoughts on “Poetry 7-8-2021”
Wow! Powerful and strong! Been there felt like that!
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