Friday, March 18, 2011

Why Did I Do You Like That?

My life in BOLD face
about face
in disgrace.
Weak willed and
succumbed to
a stiletto wind.
Every heel sometimes
breaks off ingrate.
No initial pain
of a sliver slice
and blood hesitates
to flow.
Before I know it
a valentine trail
drips leaving evidence
to find my way home.
Platelet  crumbs of your heart.

10 comments:

  1. a valentine trail...leading me home...i like that very much jerry...great 55..

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  2. home...I remember home and I think of those without and I remember...home and a heart I had there...
    and I remember

    Peace, hp

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  3. My life in BOLD face
    about face
    in disgrace.
    Weak willed and
    succumbed to
    a stiletto wind...



    fun word play, super poetic for me, enjoyed the waves of your dips in life and glad to see you hit home in the end...

    enjoyed your 55,
    Have a lovely weekend.

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  4. "..Every heel sometimes/breaks off ingrate." You can punctuate that various ways and make it say quite a lot more than your normal six words. Lots of twists and turns on this interior Hwy 55, and a perfect last line.

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  5. Hey! Where's the glitter glue here, Jerry? ;)

    Seems there's a lot of blood lately...too much. Makes me wonder how much a heart can really take.

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  6. Aren't we upbeat and chipper on this beautiful Spring Day!
    I hope the Sun burns off this gloom brother.
    Heavy 55 My Friend.
    Thanks for playing, and have Kick Ass Week-End

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  7. You must have good eyes if you can see the platelets! (LOL!) Nice piece, Jerry!

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  8. Ah, the olde devil stilleto wind and it's temptations, it'll get ya often if you're not careful.

    LOVE the ingrate / in grate heel idea. Good one!

    xo

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  9. finding your way home on a valentine trail - this is lovely jerry

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