Given that we are in the month of February a few love poems, or even lost-love poems seem appropriate. I'm better at the lost- love ones as I said, so here goes with another sour grape poem.
Walking on eggshells
I tried
hard not to step on your muse
who was so
frail that even
my breath might
break her shell-
Your shell
-Your heart encased
in an eggshell.
And all the
time I wanted to stomp.
If egg
shells broke so be it!
Let birds
hatch out of them!
I am
cantering bareback now
Solid hoof
across dense plain.
Your
eggshells all lie scattered-
Nothing
ever did hatch out of them.
No
fledgling ever spread its wing to fly.
But I fly
now -wind in my horse’s mane
horse-flank
at my heel-
No need to
stifle breath now
Copyright with Cathy Leonard 2016
Been there, Done that! At the receiving end too!
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