Do you remember that spontaneous
road trip when, like shards of glass,
your cutting words crashed in my lap,
shattered our happily-ever-after dreams?
Everything I thought we had
now engorged in lies, glazed over
that scarring day our future
imploded on Highway 105.
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: Poetry Jam, PAD challenge
Oh, this is good...and intense, Laurie. I can feel the emotion in this poem!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a painful way to end a relationship.
ReplyDeleteExcellent description of a relationship gone bad.
ReplyDeletewhew...lots of time to talk on road trips...which can be a dangerous thing it seems...smiles.
ReplyDeleteAwesome words - just awesome.
ReplyDeletei feel sadened a little
ReplyDeleteI like the repetition of words and images that have to do with glass. It's subtle. I had to do a "reading" double-take.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your poem.
Words areso often are sharper than knives, more's the pity...
ReplyDeleteso true,
ReplyDeletephysical wounds can be healed, not mental wounds.
smart piece of writing.
Wow, very powerful imagery.
ReplyDeleteSo many wonderfully written poems here on your blog! It is a joy to come here. Your skill at setting different moods is amazing--I do hope Hwy 105 is not a real happening in your life.
ReplyDeleteI like the power your words have! I wish I could write with so much intensity and brevity!
ReplyDeleteWherever your Highway 105 happens to be, stay safe! Nice writing ....
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