Shaking Glass With Hammers

photographer unknown ripper unknown

photographer unknown
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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28 Responses to Shaking Glass With Hammers

  1. I like this so much and the picture looks nice.

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  2. fairykumar says:

    You it ended this with the best words!

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  3. I love it. You’re using language in exciting, new ways.

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  4. Nancy says:

    Best part? Ripper unknown. Leaving me to wonder…were the ripper and the taper the same person?

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  5. I love the rhythm in these lines.

    We are born with hammers

    Grip, index, thumb

    Why?

    It’s really powerful

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  6. violetsix says:

    I like how the poetry kind of blows my mind a little and makes me feel like asking questions.

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  7. Typofest says:

    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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  8. I like the photo and the poem.

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  9. frankpovah says:

    And there I was – and she didn’t notice

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  10. grimbeau says:

    Stunnning. Who stuck the photo back together, I wonder?

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  11. 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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  12. Elan Mudrow says:

    You can be one or many.

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  13. Elan Mudrow says:

    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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  14. ajaykohli says:

    Dreams are of glass ,reality is hammer

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  15. Powerful imagery. You nailed this one!

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  16. wwwpalfitness says:

    Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.

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  17. wwwpalfitness says:

    Excellent!

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  18. Marsha says:

    Your poetry always leaves me thinking, wondering, asking questions, and a bit emotional. Amazing!

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  19. vivachange77 says:

    Wonderful images. I love the word-field you use. Intriguing picture.

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  20. “Planting your curly soul”…I love that. Unexpected words make for beautiful descriptions.

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  21. Brea says:

    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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  22. Loved that … what else can I say.

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  23. heyjude6119 says:

    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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  24. megdekorne says:

    So beautifully lyrical and evocative ….love , megxxx

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  25. ms. arachne says:

    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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