Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
The memory of your words crushed
like stones on well trod streets
pummeled beneath the feet
of humanity
And though I tell myself
you didn’t mean what you said
they cut a swath into my heart and
infested me with a macabre plague
I tried to hide from the stinging blood
your diseased tongue drew but who knew
mere words spewed could be so cruel
With quavering rage they spilled from bared lips
your burning eyes – white flames of fire brick
I bowed my head and waited-
praying for a pensive apology
but instead there was only shocked silence
as the scent of patchouli tainted with regret
wafted through cloying air
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Day six of National Poetry Writing Month.
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
Beautiful descriptions of what stinging words could do. 🙂
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Thank you.
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You are welcome. 🙂
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This really brings out the dangers of an uncharitable tongue, with such intense imgagery~
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Thank you.
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