Unresolved

A thief by day,

A lover by night.

You launder my words

with a fickle return.

No height, no depth

A plain, flattened plane

where

feeling are left to burn.

Reviews

[dan]

WW, I always return the favor when I am reviewed, and I'm certainly glad I chose this piece to review. I'm not much good at the smaller writes, I am sometimes so hideously verbose. Your talent allows you to shrink-wrap what it would take me 20 lines to say into a more manageable eight lines. And to top it all off: You do it so well. Thank you for sharing with me. take care...dan

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Wow! This has the quick intense burn of an emotional explosion. Awesome :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"where those feelings are left to burn"
the words are laundered, the feelings bleached, the heart dried out until it becomes tinder...and love gets no real resolve.

nicely done.

jacob

[Jamestown]

Few sentences that hold so much to be said and emotions
to be expressed! Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[WhiteWillow]

Thanks for stopping by J!

[~]

Ahhh, this is my kind of poem! Love the concept of stealing but then, when lover reappears, you're left in ruins. Your feelings left to burn - this made me think of WWII planes, tumbling down all covered in flames and black blinding smoke.

[WhiteWillow]

Thank you, moonskittles, for stopping by and reviewing my words. I like your interpretation!

[J. K. Beach]

This seemingly simple piece belies a rich emotional complexity. I love the image of an untrustworthy partner laundering words, taking whatever profit might be wrung from them and leaving little of value in return. That criminal lack of sharing is a spiritual wasteland without form or definition useless to anyone seeking simple love. Your imagery and well placed metaphors are a real treat. Well done!