"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
Monday, November 5, 2018
threshold
Her words didn't shiver
nor wink at slightest
provocation
They are stones
hardened from broken
light
Until one day
her lips tasted blood, salt,
madness
Goading her
- let the words fly -
free of guises
She leaps
where fate fluted
in rubble yellowing with
leaves
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Hosted by De Jackson. This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, WINK. Thanks for your visit.
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I love the image of those words like stones... then maybe we need both kind, both those firm ones and the one like leaves.
ReplyDeleteYou and Lillian--in love with, in league with words. At least for now poets are not on Trump's hate list; perhaps poetry is beyond him.
ReplyDelete"They are stones
ReplyDeletehardened from broken
light"
Gah. That's just gorgeous.
You and Lill have both winked with words tonight: barbed words and wire and 'stones hardened from broken light'.
ReplyDeleteIt's that taste of madness that is most intriguing in
ReplyDelete"her lips tasted blood, salt,
madness".
My goodness this is good!❤️ I love the idea of letting words fly free of guises.
ReplyDeleteThat leap sure can bring forth quite the sight
ReplyDeleteOh yes, just like stones. A very strong write.
ReplyDeleteSuch rigidity and hardness in the beginning and then...the jump.
ReplyDeleteAhhh. the beauty in this I love it.
ReplyDelete"Until one day
ReplyDeleteher lips tasted blood, salt,
madness"
Wow. Yes.
Another brilliant witness to the power of words! Beautifully evocative, reminding me of Charlotte Perkins Gilman's "The Yellow Wallpaper." Bravo!
ReplyDeleteThe first 2 stanzas felt like the solid threshold to be breached later. I get a "potential transmuted into kinetic" vibe from the poem as a whole. I love what you do with words.
ReplyDeleteWow, another poem on words. Love this! Words as stones...until....this is stunning!
ReplyDelete“They are stones / hardened from broken / light” — excellent!
ReplyDeleteI love the transition in this poem from the stones of broken light building up till she lets it all come out in a state of maddening fury! An interesting format.
ReplyDeleteReally like this...- let the words fly
ReplyDeletefree of guises...love this line. Nice work Grace.
Pat
She held those words until she couldn't any longer...awesome imagery, Grace!
ReplyDeleteallowing words to fly - what an amazing image that is - to speak freely and unafraid
ReplyDeleteI do like that last image. I'm not sure what's happening, but I like the picture it makes.
ReplyDeleteHer words did not shiver or wink...what a brilliant image and a classic story of rock meeting “blood, salt, madness”. Janice
ReplyDeleteThis conjures for me....words, hard and bitter as rocks, causing dry cracked and bloody lips. It would be quite amazing if evil or harsh or bitter or hateful words had the power to self inflict a dry cracking on the lips that uttered them! Perhaps it would make us all more thoughtful in our more rabid and angry moments :)
ReplyDeleteI hope she hurled those words far--and they broke some windows--or maybe glass ceilings.
ReplyDeleteQuite a powerful piece. Those brave words like stones hurtling through the air...... 💪🏽
ReplyDeleteWords like hard stones incapable of winking. Love this take on the prompt, Grace.
ReplyDeleteEveryone and everything has a breaking point. I like the imagery you create with words so stuck they cannot even shiver or wink. This resonates with me. Finally you have to set them free.
ReplyDeleteHi Grace! I enjoyed reading your poem here. Well written, and engaging... :-)
ReplyDelete...rob from Image & Verse
My “wink”