Monday, May 26, 2014

Assuage

Thick.
Heavy.
Abrupt.
The rotund bead
Gravitating
With its own weight.
The essence lost,
Smothered in the
Summer-dust.
The ether choked
With bitter conflicts
Of head and heart,
The dissensions
Scarring the
Pristine porcelain.
The torrents stilling
The hurt.
The heavens cried.


14 comments:

  1. "The rotund bead gravitating with its own weight" – that is a spectacular line! And the whole piece is fantastic. Great work, Ruby!

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  2. Poignantly written, Ruby. Nice job.

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  3. The first time I can say that it's a complete use of 42 words. Very well done!

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  4. "The dissensions / Scarring the / Pristine porcelain." I love the way you chose your words, and your placement of them in that sequence.

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    1. Thank you so much Psychochef for such encouraging words

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  5. Wow...I love the way the words just flow...and 'The heavens cried' is by far my favourite line. Loved it!

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  6. Yes, the bead gravitating with its own weight. Gorgeous, as always, Ruby.

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    1. Thank you so much Kymm. Its always a pleasure to hear from you

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