«   |   »

Slavish Love

by maiasong

I always loved fixing things

you carelessly drop

or fling in blind rage

into my dark corner

like your broken mirror

reflecting only yourself

in fragments

sharp and jagged

slicing into my quivering heart

slowing draining

silver molten solder

to piece you together

again and again

so you can see yourself hurting

while I am busy creating something

from nothing

pjw

Posted on February 5, 2013 at 5:36 AM in Pamela, Poetry   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL

Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , ,

4 Comments to “Slavish Love”

    
  2. russtowne
    February 6, 2013 at 12:53 AM

    Powerful. I especially like the last 5 lines. They haunt and echo after the reader is done. Bravo!
    Russ

    Reply
  3. maiasong
    February 6, 2013 at 2:07 AM

    Thank you so much… just what I was hoping for~

    Reply
    

If you enjoyed the poem. please leave a comment.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: