Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Saturday, September 7, 2013

tempered

You knew I had horns,
just like I knew you had guts--
pretty, guileless ones
that fell off the turnip truck of your silly white bones
and onto their points, like ringers.

You knew I breathed fire,
just like I knew you breathed smoke--
trying to make yourself into an ethereal angel,
soft and white, impaled on a stick
and turned to ashes right under my nose.
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image by Lolamouse

for Real Toads weekend mini-challenge

  

 

19 comments:

  1. "Misunderstood" memories, thanks. "Tempered" memories, too--O how some thrive on being wounded!

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  2. But is the balance at the end? No...feels as victory of one...

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  3. Wow .. sounds like a match made in heaven (or hell.)

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  4. OMG, "impaled on a stick and turned to ashes". Killer. It hit me in the heart. Poems just dont get any better than that.

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  5. Wow this is one heavy hitting love story! Love hurts

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  6. I think the Dr. just ran out of the room screaming for help...

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  7. Whoa, Fireblossom, this is scary-bad karma.
    Except for the turnip truck, which made me laugh. I haven't heard that expression in a long time.
    K

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  8. I'm glad someone sees the dark side to these pictures. This is a brilliant interpretation!

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  9. My Theme Song!



    ALOHA from Honolulu
    Comfort Spiral
    =^..^= <3

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  10. Love this song. I can't believe you played this!! My theme song from the eighties. cool version.

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  11. Seems there was a lot everyone knew but they pressed on regardless.

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  12. Your room is ready on the psych ward, Shay! A few weeks of intense therapy and a lovely cocktail of meds and you should be good as new!

    Seriously, I love how you brought the contrasting colors of the inkblot into the structure of your poem. The images are scary intense. Those last two lines are killer!

    Thanks for playing!

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  13. Dazzling, stunning, wicked images, and so much personality in the voice--just brilliant, Shay, in every meaning of the word.

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  14. Fire and brimstone in your words...

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  15. impaled on a stick

    is about the feeling; you are expert at pointing the sharp end in the softest spots

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