Your apology is thin wine
invisible ink
unfired bricks
debris in the heap
You’re a bulldozer
look back and see
the rubble mound
China shards and doll parts
bottled venom and soured grapes
broken dreams acidly mourned
A graven queen’s throne
A high harlot's trot
A witch's knot
Mother-sewn costumes
snagged threads
in your plot
Your bitterness is a thin veil
grey on black
red cinder
tar underfoot
It’s going to take time
to dig out from under
all this brick and mortar
I won’t read your invisible ink
All pieces are newly crafted and posted shortly after in adherence to the rules of the challenge. All the photos are mine unless otherwise stated.
Entry for Day 27 of 100 Days of Poetry Challenge by @d-pend.
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This is a cleaner and clearer poem than most of yours. The use of masonry repeats, and strengthens the metaphor.
A relationship is a house, a construction made of thin gossamer, that lasts only until one breathes too hard, or bumps into it. So long they aren't willing to put in the effort to put things back to right.
And even if a relationship can last so long one doesn't look at it, and can withstand some accidental or even intentional harm, a relationship does not withstand repeated and concentrated effort to undo it. Not just because nothing does, but because relationships in particular are only there so long people wish for them to be had, and when you wish to undo a relationship, that in and of itself is the most damaging thing you can do to it.
And yet, this person, going by the imagery, repeatedly acted wantonly with the relationship. Debris, bulldozer, china shards, and even all of those are clear-cut, but made worse by the insidious and malignant negativity, of bottled venom and soured grapes. Bitterness.
And even if you try to be with such people, when they keep acidly mourning the broken dreams, which they themselves broke, and when their bitterness is a thin veil over the destruction they have wrought, how much can you still do?
And then more importantly, how much are you willing to do?
A relationship that once was is even harder to construct anew. First you need to clear all the debris. To "get over it," but not in the flippant manner, but work through it, let the wounds scab over, and for the scabs to fall.
And then you need to be given reasons to trust again. To be willing to build anew.
And why do that when the bull doesn't seem to care about the destruction wrought, not truly?
Been there, felt that. Beautifully said.
You painted this poem perfectly in my minds eye, lovely💜
Ooh ... powerful piece. Excellent word choice:)
Photographs work well with the poem.
Love this.
Thank you, @mamadini
Love the anaology of an apology like invisible ink, thin wine, and unfired bricks. Basically useless, fragile, and doesn’t fufill it’s purpose.
Nice!