Monday, March 19, 2012

Buried

Magpie Tales
You were hard to like and so were you
it was never hard to love either of you
those threads were sewn into my fabric

Your moods missled sparks in all directions
your reactions impervious to shrapnel shards
bloody barbs not neat round balls

quietly, quietly building
emotions buried under layers of earth
generations buried a million billion years deep

Wall sprouting like bronze tulips
malfunctioning cogs identical
yet unable to fit together

Reflective guts
compared and contrasted
little wonder none of us lasted

23 comments:

Brian Miller said...

this has a rather ominous feel to it kristen....the bronze tulips is a great touch as well...

Daydreamertoo said...

Awww... sad when something that used to work, doesn't anymore.
Deep, and lovely.

Laurie Kolp said...

Your moods missled sparks in all directions
your reactions impervious to shrapnal shards
bloody barbs not neat round balls

... so vivid, well-done!

Other Mary said...

Your last stanza really seals the deal.

thingy said...

I saw my family in this piece. Well done, Kristen.

Asni / A Walk In My Heart said...

Sad but nicely done!

Kristen Haskell said...

Yes this one is sad. I was thinking about people I've known in my life, mostly from long ago, that couldn't deal emotionally and how that affected their relationships. Mostly this was due to emotional and mental illness. I am fortunate to not have to live with any of these people but their lives have touched me, none the less.

Lyn said...

Unable to fit together, yet gearing up to last..there's an underlying courage amidst the "bronze tulips"...deep insight!

izzy said...

I like generations buried a million years deep! as if they feed us, protect or teach us! thanks.

manicddaily said...

A very interesting take on the prompt--the difficulty people have in fitting together. K.

Kathe W. said...

what a powerful piece about malfuntioning relationships-wow.

Tess Kincaid said...

I know about the malfunctioning cogs...I like the bronze tulips...

zongrik said...

i like the reflective guts, it's like he's exposing the guts of the earth

brooding mare limerick

Carrie Burtt said...

An amazing write Kristen! Thought provoking....i love the line "wall sprouting like bronze tulips". :-)

kaykuala said...

'You were hard to like and so were you it was never hard to love either of you those threads were sewn into my fabric'

How fitting, Kristen! You cleverly acknowledged how these people touched your lives in this first stanza itfelf. Relationships can be endearing just as it is damaging. Great verse!

Hank

Friko said...

This is sad, a little hopeless; I hope this poem doesn't describe your mood.

Dave King said...

I see this as a comment on the human condition, not on the state of your own personal affairs. I do so hope I am correct.

Kathe W. said...

Tag you are a lucky duck! Hope you will play! It's all Eric's fault!

http://katheworsley.blogspot.com/2012/03/tag-im-lucky-duck.html

Lady In Read said...

threads sewn into my fabric - yes - just wonderful read..

Vicki Lane said...

Powerful-- and sad. Nice response to the prompt.

Tumblewords: said...

Certainly vivid and rather dark - so descriptive of many relationships.

Rek said...

So raw and poignant and yes it does remind me of someone. Loved the last verse, resonating.

Lydia said...

Kristen, this is brilliant. I think it is my favorite of the mags for this particular prompt.