wind-swept scars immured in cement curtains
morning torments the plinth from which they form
off-key notes a rusty memory forever calling
fantasies of tender moments in the sun
funny how we romanticize the happy times
while agony amasses walls around our hearts
false prophets crawling beneath corrosive pain
until you demolish barriers only God can part
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: Sunday Whirl
8 comments:
I love the word "immured." Thanks for bringing it to my attention. The wordle words disappear in the honest exploration of the poem. The ending is strong with hope.
Powerful imagery here. Sad, but lovely.
Clever girl to write such flowing poetry from the wordle words.
Yes, we do romanticize the happy times, but that's ok, I think.
Nice wordle.
Well done, Laurie. "Wind-swept scars immured in cement curtains" is a spectacular first line!
The last line speaks volumes and very little of those 'false prophets'.
Good read indeed!!
Great poem. I had to look up ‘immured,’ surprising when I think of all the bad guys I’ve immured in my day.
Potent poem, Laurie. It's true - only God can demolish those defensive walls we build to protect our hearts. Well wordled.
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