Some Say …
19June 11, 2019 by petrujviljoen
Trigger warning: the f-word. Once
some say love is a hunger … yeah … and the bottom has fallen out …
his response a refrain repeating. relentless recurring. a punishment. … he must’ve heard.
density. she thought she was private musing on a wild (it was) courtesy … he heard … it’s in the air; a similar wonder.
the wild. who wants to tame it? own it? so losing it?
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his gaze, invasive, she was moon-gazing.
alone.
IT’S BETTER WITH PEOPLE!
Oh fuck off would’ya! he didn’t
then … when (from) far away (a little time ago) an interrupted cry. a cradled sobbing shaped a heart. Truth, like love, went unrecognised. a foray into forgiveness brought no luck.
she looks across to his yard … ogodishethere … he a one who, so to live, felt compelled to usurp the life of the Other.
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Linked to Dverse Poets Prosery
anger is certainly captured here..
Thanks.
This line was just outstanding: a cradled sobbing shaped a heart.
The ending gave me chills. Thanks for joining in.
Thanks Grace.
Powerful…
Thanks Nan!
a cradle sobbing shaped a heart….that brings a great image to my mind regarding love and how shows up in thought and form…bkm
Thanks!
This is strong, angry, enigmatic – powerfil piece Petru.
Thanks Rob.
I see that there is not a lot of hope for reconciliation here…. f-words are needed sometimes.
Quite!
It definitely can be lost, but tamed? owned?
so what to do with it?
The mind goes to strange places. (K)
The mind goes to strange places … thanks Kerfe!
I got a little lost in the waves of rage, but the powerful emotions snagged me.
Thanks for the visit Glenn. It’s an experimental piece and difficult to read.
Its the first time a came across a F-word disclaimer.
Interesting the way you presented this story
Thanks for dropping by my blog to read mine
Much🗒✏❤love
Loved it, the rage, it was as if I was in the thick of it. The last few lines, ‘foray’, ‘usurp’ I could not have said it any better. 🙂
Thank you Susan!!