Scissor lips, I like that. Some people just enjoy cutting remarks. Every cut bleeds something for them to feast on. The papier mache heart is quite the image though, layer over layer over layer creating a cocoon.
In my younger days, occasionally accused of having a sandpaper tongue & a poison pen, I know a little bit about this word distortion of which you write! I not only dealt abrasiveness (thinking myself so clever), but I also interpreted sharp meanings into otherwise innocent & peaceful words from others. You've taken such mean-heartedness & stated it in vivid terms, using original analogies. Oh, how I can relate!
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
thank you for sharing your relationship to this piece, barleygirl...always appreciate your insightfu.. read morethank you for sharing your relationship to this piece, barleygirl...always appreciate your insightful visits.
indeed, snarky sarcastic words cut deep and often, even when we try to explain or make up for any misunderstanding, they cut even deeper... especially if those "scissor lips" belong to the one we have loved and perhaps still love...
I think too, that heart is not "papier mache" since I can see blood oozing from this poem..
such wonderful metaphors you create in this love lost poem Jacob...
Words can really hurt. They can slice your heart. A painful write. Love your use of phrases. "slice the throat of my meanings", "silence is blood soaked and serrated"
Masterfully crafted.
I like the combination of softness, sensuality and painful, dark(er) expressions. Paper cuts really hurt - in one way or another. I particularly adore the lines "silence is blood-soaked and serrated" and "i'm bleeding you out". They read so well and relatable to me. I have the impression we have similar concepts in writing.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
thank you for relating to my words, Vanessa...i kind of think the same thing also.
j.
8 Years Ago
You're welcome. Writer types often have similar concepts in thinking and writing.
Lovely ending- pale impressions left of a papier mache heart. Sometimes it is one hell of a job to make out what a person means by his finely crafted words. When the talk is over and we ponder over the whole thing then we discover a whole stock of things which we should have said, but the right things always come to our mind at the wrong time. Well-written. Keep writing.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
thank you for your kind review, and insights...Vatsal...
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..