Showing posts with label bomb. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bomb. Show all posts

Thursday, May 21, 2020

My Valentine


Tortuously,
I keep looking for something
that isn't there
right now, at least-
I feel strongly
compulsive. I still seek signs
first thing in the morning
like that one unforgettable
affair
uncovered by footprint,
a betrayal disguised
as an innocent amble
an estrangement you
desired irrisitably
and unregrettably.

Now that I have seen
deleted texts sent and received
more than dirty fingerprints,
this is DNA,
a wound
Spring inside the rib cage
re-tearing old wounds
the clicking like rage
in my ear

and I see how naturally
this discovery
reveals a new PTSD
in me-

a bomb exploded
my heart imploded
screams held back
my blood ran out

but I stayed, trembling at times
to face the enemy
closest-
when he
finally turns around
and notices me-

clutching a lit grenade
with the same gripping fear
that has kept me here
holding on
for too long.


Painting by John Collier (1850-1934), ;The fallen idol; c. 1913 in Public domain.

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Framed


There was red on her neck-
He tried to strangle her-
There were blue prints on her right forearm-
He grabbed her too hard-
She had been painting mountains
And sky
They dropped a bomb, I mean “we”-
Tactfully, with precision, they said.
How is that done?
Never mind-
She could see crazy coming back for her
Granite, he was her rock.
Assumption over blends shades of grey-
Let the colors come out
In every crack of Spring
Primavera,
The last step taken
Toward a conclusion
Hot or miss
The point;
 ♦
Of impact, of view, of no return, of intersection, of convergence or divergence, of terminal velocity, of it All, (in time)
It was all Artwork. 


Painting by Francesco Hayez [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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