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Tiny

Contributed by derbypoet on Sunday, 26th April 2009 @ 07:22:20 AM in AEST
Topic: LostLove



I heard them before I saw them,
Came down the half-buried steps
With their bleached beige rail and sat,
Part ting-a-ling and fairy wings for them
And breaths that made the air feel black.
Hugged my guts because they hurt.
A man and a woman in the surf.
About our age.
About our look, but they would be.
They splashed, held hands, kicked,
Danced, hugged, laughed, kissed, ran.
Shared.
Then they walked, shoes in hand,
another hand loosely in the other,
And the lightning arced from their fingertips
And I arched my back like a killer
Fighting the chair, but did not move.
Just became part of the rock I was on.
Dark and old and cold with a hard shiny heart
That splintered like a tiny bomb.
And the tiny splinter hit a tiny splinter
And I saw or felt a tiny spark
That was not warm and was not bright,
But it gave me the strength to stand.




Copyright © derbypoet ... [ 2009-04-26 07:22:20]
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Re: Tiny (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 26th April 2009 @ 09:46:18 AM AEST
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Oh my ... gut-wrenching. This is the kind of poem that brings a tear
to the eye and a stab to the heart. Amazingly emotive and so many
wonderful lines in here, but this one especially ripped at my insides ...

"And the lightning arced from their fingertips"

Damn. I remember what that felt like . . . what it sounded like . .
. . what it meant.

Fine writing here. Extraordinarily so close to the heart. I can taste it.
And it is not an everyday occurrence when a poet can do that to me.
Loved this one!

~ Breezy




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