Compliments to the Writer

Word envy

My breath rushes out the swinging

back door and

I wish I had never read these lines,

that I could erase them from

my Earth

and memory.

I am utterly eclipsed, ruined

to independent thought-

no longer able to feel or imagine

anything else.

All my jumble of unintelligible words

are for not. I crawl into

the dumpster with

all my good intent

stacked, with a newspaper

sleeping bag--that

other useless relic.

All this to say...

My heart is a match, set 

alight against the matchbook

striker of your words. They, the

Lucifer, atop

my newly tendered

bed of thorns.

Reviews

[New Theory]

Beautiful imagery in your poem always, I thought this poem was about being angry and jealous about something which makes us take wrong decision or incapable of taking the correct decision.

[Kristina Moulaison]

That's true...thanks so much for the review!

[New Theory]

You are welcome, you have such a graceful way of writing it always surprises me with the depth of it. You pack a punch in your every piece

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thank you so much! I appreciate that very much!