Imprisoned
to the depths
of turbid waters
long submerged
is the weight of
a bruised heart
its flesh marred
by the beating
of a tide’s unrest.
Numbed
are her fists upon
splintered walls
the scarlet flow
of secrets divulged
onto a tapestry-
a living portrait
unveiled
for all to see.
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Call me an old structuralist at heart, but the construction of this poem is very impressive! Much like the canvas you allude to, you paint the words beautifully and precisely, pulling our eyes where they need to go. Fantastic!
Thank you for your kind words. 🙂
You amaze me with your many talents. I don’t know how you find the time.
😊
Nice one … love your work.
Thank you so much! 😊
What a delicacy of a poem. As always, leaving your feelings in a few tender verses.
You are kind, thank you. 😊