...
wiping clouded window panes
to get a glimpse
of your back turned,
pounding down the walkway,
wanting you to turn around
and just once, see me.
~
the warmth of the fireplace
not near enough,
an aroma
of two frozen hearts,
their juice drizzled upon fine china
with years of tears from a glacier of frustration.
~
I meant to
let you know how lost you were
in the fury of this blizzard
our melted souls,
racing fervently upon black ice
In bedroom slippers.
~
and now
you're on your way
to break both of our necks,
the salt stains on wet cement
gripping angry footsteps
that do not know their own strength.
...
intense
this poem is intense with such raw emotion and powerful imagery.
Thank you for your comment. I
Thank you for your comment. I really love this write. I didn't think it was going to come out this good. I am very satisfied with it.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "