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

Janet Martin


  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...


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

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

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


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


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