Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Shaking Glass With Hammers
ripper unknown
You have held lovers
Planting your curly soul
Within their shaking innards
Deep
Where you felt they
Wanted to be shook.
Then
Vibrating back at you,
You became shaken
Hiding the trembling
Heat and pulse.
Thoughts of fragility
Make you wonder
If we’re hollow
With thin glass skin
Full of cracks.
Embarrassed by your
Snicker of realization…that
Sadly
We are born with hammers
Grip, index, thumb
Why?
You said
You won’t write
About hearts breaking
And now
Here you are.
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I really liked the lines “…we are hollow / With thin glass skin / Full of cracks” and “We are born with hammers.” The ripped photo makes a poignant illustration for the poem. Thank you for sharing this.
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So beautifully lyrical and evocative ….love , megxxx
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We are all born with hammers. So true. Some people wield theirs with more force, breaking whatever’s in their path. Some use theirs with care to build up instead. As always, I love your writing.
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Loved that … what else can I say.
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Thank you so much for the like and checking out my author page/blog. This is a breathtaking piece of poetry. Wonderful mastery of the words.
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“Planting your curly soul”…I love that. Unexpected words make for beautiful descriptions.
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Wonderful images. I love the word-field you use. Intriguing picture.
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Your poetry always leaves me thinking, wondering, asking questions, and a bit emotional. Amazing!
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Excellent!
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Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.
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Reblogged this on unstilledheart.
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Powerful imagery. You nailed this one!
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Dreams are of glass ,reality is hammer
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Come to think of it, I believe the African-American colloquialism of “ya’ll” is perhaps better than you and better than me. lol. However you want to read it.
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You can be one or many.
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I like your use of the “to-you” mode (epistolary, but kind of funny to use here). I read, Ouch, the emotional pain ouch that makes you shudder or wince.
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Stunnning. Who stuck the photo back together, I wonder?
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And there I was – and she didn’t notice
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I like the photo and the poem.
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Wow, I have to say that’s pretty powerful stuff. Something about the line, “Planting your curly soul” I just can’t seem to shake.
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I like how the poetry kind of blows my mind a little and makes me feel like asking questions.
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Me too.
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I love the rhythm in these lines.
We are born with hammers
Grip, index, thumb
Why?
It’s really powerful
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Best part? Ripper unknown. Leaving me to wonder…were the ripper and the taper the same person?
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I love it. You’re using language in exciting, new ways.
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You it ended this with the best words!
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Thanks
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I like this so much and the picture looks nice.
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