Shaking Glass With Hammers

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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 thoughts on “Shaking Glass With Hammers

  1. 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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  2. 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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  3. 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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  4. 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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  5. 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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