It was impossible
that you wouldn't love me,
like the idea
that the sun could
go out--
be extinguished
like a match
by wet fingertips.
It was impossible.
But then the world
went dark.
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I've been through it all, love stinks.
Phoebe, this is succinct and sadly makes it mark. Good poem!
Tasty. I feel compelled to linky this.
Wonderful, Phoebe! * all the way.
Did wonder if you needed the line "go out", if it might not read better like:
It was impossible
that you wouldn't love me,
like the idea
that the sun could
be extinguished
like a match
by wet fingertips.
Just an idea. The poem rocks either way.
very lovely in its spare yet intense imagery! *
Agreed. Nicely done. Any more and it would have ended up repeating itself. As is it works for me beautifully.
I really like the narrator's bravado at the start... "It was impossible that you wouldn't love me."
My two cents - I agree with James - about eliminating "go out" - makes it even more powerful, spare and whittled.
thanks for nice comments everyone. I wrote it really quickly, trying to get in on that Valentine's Day Massacre (but two hours late, of course). I think you guys are right about nixing the "go out".