Did I love, I say
shucking corn in the kitchen
I break off the stalks,
wishing it was your heart I had in my hand to snap
Nancy's in the corner, saying a
prayer for me
I'm the girl at the store, the one with the
eyes
so mysterious
two little sex flicks
our organs are sideways, honey
and I bet I'm still just a letter you
keep in your dirty box
Buried like bones, I imagine
I bet you don't even remember.
And what I got, is just a mimick of a disease
the rain can't cure it anymore
But I still love,
to watch it fall
I still love.
Very beautiful. Your use of
Very beautiful. Your use of metaphor is masterly and deftly deployed without being showy or instrusive. Your use of metaphor is so sophisticated that one could almost believe you invented the concept.
Starward
Thank you kindly
I appreciate the thought and time you gave to my poem :)
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
I loved the originality of this!
Your pseudo name of Pleasantly Furious fits this too. How apropos
indeed. In your anger the lines
I'm the girl at the store, the one with the
eyes
so mysterious
two little sex flicks..........
are the best lines in this poem. I like how you were able to
create in the reader's mind a visual of you standing there in that kitchen shucking that corn and being angry inside thinking about quite something else entirely. Wonderful piece thanks for sharing...... Sincerely, Melissa Lundeen.
Thank you
Thank you very much for the comment, I enjoy the feedback :)
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.