He cried enough
To fill a bathtub
With his tears
And then lay there
Soaking
His heart & limbs
In salt and sadness
Some called it
Wallowing
But he wondered
If some people
Had ever even met
Their own
Broken heart
He cried enough
To fill a bathtub
With his tears
And then lay there
Soaking
His heart & limbs
In salt and sadness
Some called it
Wallowing
But he wondered
If some people
Had ever even met
Their own
Broken heart
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
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Comments
Title is good...
caught my eye. The language neat and succinct. The pacing gives you time to digest each thought.
It's a time honored piece about a broken heart, [ everybody should experience it at least once ].
Interesting description of wallowing in your tears. I got the idea about wondering if anyone had ever had a broken heart before, and having had one, can understand thinking that no one else had EVER felt this way before! Nice piece
~ Geezer.
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thanks, geezer!
thanks, geezer!
Great surrealistic write!
Great surrealistic write!
Wallowing in the bathtub of tears is an ultimate indulgence for a broken heart.
There is something energetic-cool in your poem as if one meets and survives its own broken heart.
It is always a pleasure reading your poems.
thanks, Iriz! I love
thanks, Iriz! I love surrealistic stuff. congrats, as well, on becoming AC Chair!
My pleasure and thanks
My pleasure and thanks