Desire lit the fuse
but, anger hewn from his jealousy
spawned the final clash which
placed a fork in their roads
and she watched him drive away.
Now she sits frozen there
like wax
…forlorn
and, she will find
even time’s sand stands still
until the wounds have healed
from this manic affair.
~*~
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Palpable feelings in this, for sure.
a story I know too well, love the pic choice as usual 🙂
This is what can happen when people love each other without liking each other. They hearts – and other body parts might meet for a while, but not the minds, and certainly not the souls.
You incorporated all the whirl words in a seemless way. Very nice.
Cheers!
JzB
THEIR hearts . . .
I pictured a giant fork stabbing down to split a road.
I liked the sound of “hewn” following “fuse”.
Jealousy can do that….nice weaving of words and that picture is perfect ~
Well-said – I agree with Mary; you can feel the pain in this poem, and the sadness… the wordle words are so well woven I forgot it was that, a wordle … nicely done
http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2012/12/ecstasy-driven.html
Is true, love is a mania. What else can it be?
nice. says it all, right there.
Sometimes the wounds never fully heal and yet the scars can be a bittersweet reminder of that which was; and of that which is yet to be. I love the imagery you have woven into a patchwork of raw emotion.
Frozen there, yes…
A perfect companion for that image!
even time’s sand stands still
until the wounds have healed
Lover’s quarrels ought to be forgotten before the dawn of the next morning. Otherwise the wound would fester for a lifetime! Nicely Bren!
Hank
“anger hewn from his jealousy” Love that phrase. Love this write.
I feel sympathy, having draped myself in her image.
Poignant look at the darker side of love.
Yes this can surely immobilize the spirit! Well said, well said.
jealously always seem to pop it’s head up and ruin things, Good poem
You have captured the emotions exactly in this poem, Bren. Bravo!
I’ve read a few prompted with these words. Yours is by far my favorite (shhh… don’t tell the others). If I had not recognized the words I would never have known this was a prompt response. You created a piece that feels organic, sprung from experience. It’s brevity adds clout. Really nice write.
Bren, nice alliteration in the final stanza. You do describe a venomous relationship well here.
Pamela
This get right to the heart. Great write.
Now she sits frozen there
like wax
…forlorn
I loved this image. This feels like a bit of a different write for you. I really loved the feel of this and the pairing with the picture. Beautifully done.
You said it! Nothing I can add to the message here.
truth through well written words. Hello, there I’am back and your still writing beautifully 🙂
What a cool take on this painting, fits it quite perfectly. “even time’s sand stands still until the wounds have healed”…oh so true…
You have said it well, waiting for the wounds to heal.
The end of a relationship is always so sad. You describe it so well. Nice write.
heartbreaks are always tough.but there are no lovers without quarrels.good things in life dont come easy.one has to fight for them.
This is beautiful … the maniac affair is so beautifully illustrated !!!
Nice use of the words. I particularly enjoyed your language here: spawned the final clash which / placed a fork in their roads.
Nice, Bren. Jealousy is a horrible thing.
Like the time’s sand standing still, surely from that she will get her fill, maybe not a thrill but have to get up over the hill.
What a torrid relationship!
“frozen there
like wax
…forlorn” beautiful phrase, this.
oh, sad….the things that drive lovers apart…and they hold on so long keeping their wounds fresh and open well after they should have healed….
Breaking up is very hard. Your poem depicts that very clearly! i can feel the pain in this poem.