I Am Limestone

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Love, Romance

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Using her as your chiseling tool,

 

(She never enjoyed the relentless thrust 

Of your residual madness, you know),

 

You, crushing an already bruised and beaten spirit,

 

Then there was me, the stone you chose for its granite-like qualities,

Whispering the fine detail you always longed for,

Always just a hair beyond the line you never dared to cross,

A distorted reflection in your smokey mirror, yes.


But for all your machismo, it only left

Dangerously thin slivers of shaven rock,

Like peelings from a glass onion,

That sliced away at the foundation beneath you,

Haphazardly laid, so long ago,

those half-assed,

plastic values,


Your twinkling eyes,

they shimmer with salty sorrow now,


But never

once,

 

taking

notice,

 

I AM LIMESTONE.

 

....

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A heart must break until it opens.

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SSmoothie's picture

a beautiful piece on strength

a beautiful piece on strength and resilience and a taking for granted that shattered all shards! exellent poem I loved it! the style the imagery the strength. wonderful!


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

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Thanks Ssmoothie. I love this

Thanks Ssmoothie. I love this poem. The initial version was different but got the same idea ...i expanded on the wording...like i do a lot. Glad you liked it too. 

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

bishu's picture

Limestone under the ground in caves form wondrous shapes

Limestone under the ground in caves form wondrous shapes.May you graduate from limestone to gemstone to adorn the minds sick with lack of perception who are blind to those "chiselled" artistry in underground caves."Borrah Caves" near Vishakhapatnam (Andhra Pradesh) India says evrything on Natures deft sculpture.Good night/day ...........................

~ searching ~for ~the~ magician~


©bishu 

 

nightlight1220's picture

I am neither hard or soft but

I am neither hard or soft but fluid like water. This was about a particular isolated incident. Glad you enjoyed. Thanks for reading!


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "