she breaks hearts
like she breaks
bread, gnawing &
soft, follows
the trail
of heartbeats
as it grows
more obliquely
spaced, slowing.
she is searching
for a place to rest
among the wreckings;
she is silent,
like an empty
tattoo, like a bruise
on a thigh. she is
chewing up her past,
tearing it in tiny pieces
and swallowing.
it is fibrous,
absolving, like a train
whistle, like you
in bed on saturday
mornings. she
still dreams of snow
and red dresses, of
the stuffed bear
he left when she left:
please don’t go
again.
the tenth muse 
First to like this! I love the way the poem spills out, bite by bite, the way any good story is revealed, the way we decode the world in our mind’s eyes and follow the path from eh to thee.
thank you, Ray. 🙂
nice…this could be song lyrics…moving and the feeling comes across clear…the ganwing of the heart…intense…and the looking for a soft place among the wreckings…yeah i hear you there…that voice int he end as well….tight piece joanna
thanks, b. *smiles.*
“she is silent,
like an empty
tattoo, like a bruise
on a thigh. ”
Loved those images. Lately I can see your poems more than before. I like the concrete images, but what makes this truly fanciful (and artful and fun) is how you take the concrete and tangible images and juxtapose them with more abstract action. You’re superbly talented -no, gifted- and feel lucky to have found you Little Miss Can’t Do Wrong. – with affection and respect, Mosk
uff, Mosk. you always make me blush! you are far too kind, my friend. 🙂
This is a perfectly beautiful piece. I love this one!
thank you, Carl. that means a lot, coming from you.
Really enjoyed this one, but then again, I always enjoy your word pictures. Intriguing images, convoluted lines, ambiguity and clear messages. I bob up and down from yeah to huh and it’s a lovely ride.
from yeah to huh, eh? 😉 thanks, lovely Denise!
the ganwing of the heart…the empty tattoo…Joanna, I love the images in this. Love it.
🙂 thanks, ayala.
Once more the commonality of the human experience astounds, as do your words, poet…
Leaves me wondering just how you know my ex!
sighs
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your ex, eh? was that who that was? 😉 not sure if i should be happy to have sent you on a trip down memory lane, eric. thanks for your kind words…. and, uh sorry?
heartbreakingly beautiful…
thank you, yelena. 🙂