they could
tear (it apart)
her away
by dividing
the names
she carried
(within)
the rough pulse
of
these
lent
heart-shaped
ornaments
called
her
(self)
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out of the "things we do for looming deadlines" box: my first valentine poem.
(for more valentine stories + poems, click the valentine tag, or this link: http://www.fictionaut.com/tags/valentine)
Oh Dorothee, this is so heartbreaking, depending on how it is read.
Beautiful!
so well done. you need to keep that box by your bed if this is what you do at night for valentine's. i like the ambiguity of the poem, a little like an anti-valentine...
gorgeous poem -- straight to the heart
this grows on me like a kaleidoscope
thanks so much for your lines and reflections.
yes, a little like an anti-valentine. i guess that came from the winter/night mood i was in yesterday evening.
Great form here, Dorothee. "the names / she carried" - Enjoyed the poem.