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blowback

pieces
 

once held tenderly

like tears and

broken glass

 

in burning hands

 

and still slipping

softly like sand

and time--

 

minor destructions

and small sorrows forge

spark-lit paths

 

and come back to form

new fragilities

from fire.

🌷(1)

◄ needled

unto the newly borne.. ►

Comments

elPintor

Sat 19th Nov 2016 14:45

There does seem to be some undue maneuvering going on. Thanks for taking the time to comment..I'll take note of your suggestion at the next edit.

elP

elPintor

Sat 19th Nov 2016 00:00

thanks kindly, andy..I wrote the better part of this at work yesterday but edits while sitting down with my evening martini turned it into something less recognizable (to me) and more impersonal than I would like. I can't help but wonder what would've been the harm in leaving in the personal pronouns. Even the title changed, though the last verse did stay much the same. Pardon me for rambling, please..glad you liked it.

elP

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Andy N

Fri 18th Nov 2016 12:49

great poem but last stanza sings to me (:

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