No Poetry

An ode to beauty.

The day I met you

A wrecking ball

Shattered the rivets

On my tongue.

Pillars of praise

Crumbled to the ground

Debris littering

The sidewalk to you.

I lost you

In the granite ruins

Of words.

It is only

With these tears

That I mold

The caked dust

Into a monument

For you.

Reviews

[rachielle]

This is a brilliant write. It poured out the different kinds of emotion one feels towards an idol. I loved the way you were consistent in using the image of a monument- pillars, debris, granite ruins, caked dust. Everything just formed together perfectly, like that of the person in your poem.