Sunday, April 19, 2009

One Word^3

These are three separate poems for the prompt "one word"

One Word

We are born with a limited number of words
They told me as I held you in my arms.
Though it was painfully beautiful,
You had only one.


Key

All hope for a better life without him
Locked away with the hope he would return
And even though there is no shadow on the door,
Not a single thought of her crosses his mind,
The drawer remained locked.

She had swallowed the key.


Keys

You were drunk.
Still, I gave them to you.
It wouldn’t be the first time.
I didn’t know it would be the last.

I’m sorry.

8 comments:

  1. wow, i love all three of these! each has a different feel/mood.

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  2. I feel like the first poem is familiar but when I try to understand it slips from my grasp...

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  3. This is heavy..especially the last- really nice-

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  4. The last. Ouch. How can we know?

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  5. All of these are achingly beautiful.

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  6. all of these are achingly beautiful

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