Monday, November 14, 2011

Dark and Dangerous


He loved her
Enough to give her
A piece of himself
Crumbs falling from the table
He reserved
For himself

She loved him
But the tasteless crumbs
Are burning a hole
In the pit of her heart
And the core
Of her soul

Love nourishes;
There is no sustenance
In paltry crumbs
But,it seems longing numbs
Her ability
To know the difference


J~

prompt; dark and dangerous

http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/2011-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-14

6 comments:

  1. The last line is such a gut punch! It's haunting to think that we don't give nearly enough of ourselves, in love, or in life...

    Rick

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  2. So much depth here. A poem to contemplate while reviewing one's own life.

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  3. There seems to be no end of self-evaluation, is there? But it is necessary, none-the-less.

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  4. Love can certainly be dark and dangerous, but there is a flip side to all things, thank goodness.

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/

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  5. Thank-you Elizabeth. It would actually be nice to write one called 'the flip-side'...h-m-m-m:)

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