by Nikki Rice
have pluck'd the sparkles
from my eyes
and here they're left, so dull,
like dryer lint.
a poly-anger blend,
pretending you're dead;
preferring me a man,
not a mem'ry.
Author's Note: ...advice for the one who bruised this heart of mine...
Posted on 10/26/2009
Copyright © 2021 Nikki Rice
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/26/09 at 04:45 PM|
|Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 10/26/09 at 05:34 PM|
Excellent use of metaphor and expression of anger or lack there of...take care of the bruise and poetry is an excellent healing tool!!smh
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/11/12 at 03:10 PM|
Nicely done - those poly-anger gloves are brilliant. Congrats on POTD!
|Posted by Charlie Morgan on 12/12/12 at 01:55 AM|
...nikki, this one has wet-kiss to it; poly-anger...wished i'd thought of that. cool write.
|Posted by Lydian Beck on 12/12/12 at 04:43 AM|
|Posted by Gail Wolper on 01/01/13 at 05:23 AM|
very evocative piecde. I will make sure not to mess with you!