She had broken pieces when we met
Some of the shards piercing her still,
revealing a disquiet of scars
Love, the brigand that put them there
When I gave her cut flowers
she had no chance of seeing
the field of understanding and tenderness
from which they came
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
dear Michael,
I read your poem to my husband, Steven. he said to tell you he understands it completely. I think it is lovely, with an undercurrent of sorrow. good work.
*hugs, Cat
Always appreciate your
Always appreciate your thoughts Cat (and Steven's too!). I was just happy you didn't bust on me for using the L word in this piece - LOL!
Best
dear Michael,
you're such a good guy, I forgive you, LOL!
*hugs, Cat
It was beautiful
A simple, yet beautiful write. I understood it as well.
Thanks RB!
Thanks RB!
I understand it
Absolutely brilliant. Poetry and flowers are the norm around our house. This is an astounding thing you’re saying here. Very emotionally mature. I really love this.
Great job,
Tim
Very kind words Tim, thank
Very kind words Tim, thank you. Glad you liked this one.
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