Mending The Quilt~

Each and every task

task that you set

set me up for failure

failure as wife

wife me in strife

strife at every turn of phrase

phrase speckled with unsightly noun

noun, pronouns took me to ground

ground roots thickening my walls

walls going up brick by brick

brick in your hand, venom splatter

splatter new heart against the inflexible stall

stall my engine leaking confidence

confidence in paint splatters on canvas

canvas of this thing without a ring

ring me around my rosy blush

blush in lavender spots

spots before my eyes hidden in the cave of dark shades

shades around every corner

corner of my mind in pain, rage, must save

save a piece of majesty before I forget

forget me not, forget you

you, who set me up for failure

failure with every task you chained

chained to blending, now drying, cracked

cracked and broken

broken by your antics

antics tearing through semantics

semantics ground to misfortune

misfortune in your view

view of us as competitors

competitors never build a solid home

home of you

you without me

me better off

off to rebuild my pieces

pieces in tasks I set

set for myself to triumph

triumph over the damage of you

you alone in your failure

failure to sustain a good woman’s heart

heart in my pocket

pocket sealed, stitched with words

words you took, I now reclaim

reclaim my heart

heart quilt

quilt requires work

work to patch it up

 

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Author's Note

humans are sensetive creatures~ but poets especially so~ to poets words are treasures and miracles~words convey facets of every nuance of the human condition~when one takes words and turns them into weapons against one who lives on words and inflections~ they can crush like no fist ever could~

Reviews

[Intern'l Shultzfeather]

I love everything about you, even your poetry. I have to think of balance, lightheadedness, ability to drive when I read. Hey, you got that halfblade up your sleeve? Love your new look. I thought i saw you look at me one time, just imagination. Now get in there and get me some god damn potatoe salad.

[paul]

'heart in my pocket' - beautiful

[Miss Coral]

Wonderful analogy; usually this style of repeating the last word of the previous line is like acid on my ears- but you somehow managed to make it work. You weaved this wonderfully- very powerful piece. The tags made me smile, too :)

-Coral-

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Beautiful magical words!

[Geralyn Miller]

Heavens, Selene, you have me at a loss for words.
Stunning in it's beauty , intensity and truth.

[emmajoy]

Apart from the excellence of ending and starting lines with the same word, as ever you've expressed what many feel. Words can literally make or break the spirit, can wound, can brand for life.

I've tried to find a single special phrase, but I can't. Your post is incredibly everything.

[TAO]

True enough, and as it should be. What better weapon than the word? I think that it serves its purpose, the pen being mightier than the sword, cutting both ways, for the good, for the bad. I think you're right, although I used to believe the opposite. Sticks and stones and all that jazz, which still holds true for me, to a point, but...your work makes it clear.

[ttttt]

This is lovely. I could just feel it. Very personal, very visceral. A poem that encompasses the feelings of all poets. Keep up the good work!

[Tate Morgan]

A wonder as you weave your magic and tapestry our lives so well 100

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I felt every word...

[luciddreamer]

Great write Selene....love it :)
Peace
Robin