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Exploding Hearts on some quiet nights
under moon washed colors
frigid air moving in furtive gestures
on some fresh newborn mornings,
frost collecting like sparkling dust
making ten years pass overnight
on some oven baked afternoons
under searing vivid rays of vision
when even shadows reveal their secrets
some times, some days, fleeting,
i wish
you had loved me
the way you said you did.
Bravo!
Exquisite write, fantastic ending!
thanks stella!!!
the poem wrote it's own ending. i got to the last line and said "but i had so much more to say!" haha but i couldn't argue with that last line either. so i guess i need to put the rest in a different poem :) usually i ramble on forever looking for the right ending, this one just snuck up on me.
A Good Poet
seeks an ending. A great poet recognizes when an end line occurs. ~(:D)- slc
awww thanks!!!
you flatter me hahaha