single golden thread
‘round our fingers wrapped
pulled taut
binding
fragile selves
together
fraying strands
revealing truths:
yearning, thirst
isn’t always love
rather attempts
filling void
becoming aware
what glitters
isn't always gold
rather foolishness
flaking away,
hostage hearts revealed
tension breaks
once gilded strand
spirits freed,
leaving fragment
forever fastened
upon each soul
The Letter H
What can you say in exactly 55 words?
18 comments:
Polly...
You sure have got the hang of this!
Holy Cow Girlie, Fantastic!
Heart Throb...
Loved your 55
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
I'm visiting from Jenny Matlock -fantastic play of words.
Beautiful 55!
hard wisdom gained in that read...thirst
isn’t always love
rather attempts
filling void
true that....
perfect title for the write, nice one
Beautiful. I'm not sure what else to say. Beautiful!
Wow, haven't seen a good poem for a while -yours is! With a very psychological slant:)
Polly,
beautiful!
amazing!
astounding!
a joy to read.
Foolishness as flaking gold. Nice.
...yearning, thirst
isn’t always love ... so true..so often thought...like your wisdom in this..
Polly, you have a knack for digging into our souls. Brava!!
loved each one of your 55 words! visiting from Alphabe and glad to have stopped by.. following you now..
Love always leaves its mark, doesn't it?
=)
PS. Even when it's not the "real thing."
oh this spoke to me ... you have no idea how it spoke to me ... beautifully done.
Very nice extended image. Thank you.
Hmmm, haven't tried the 55 word thing, but I'm sure you make it look much easier than it actually is!
what glitters
isn't always gold
Oh Polly.
I wish it were. I wish all the glittery beauty we see was the real deal!
This was so honest and powerful.
Loved it.
Thank you for linking.
A+
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