Words I always
wanted to hear
reverberating
like arrows
glancing off
trusted armor;
It’s loud
in this firestorm
but nothing sticks.
Susan's weekend challenge to the Real Toads is to write a new poem starting with the last line of a recently written poem. The first two lines here are from the last line of this poem I wrote a few days ago; I like how this new one is short and sweet, while the other is wildly rambling.
We are inundated with word storms on a daily basis... good to remember that so few of them stick. Gotta keep polishing that armour.
ReplyDeleteoh to be able to receive compliments within our soul. great write
ReplyDeleteI love both poems, two different styles--one whimsical and dreamy; the other succinct but still with great imagery. Well done :)
ReplyDeleteI like words reverberating like arrows ~
ReplyDeleteGood when one does hear the words one WANTS to hear!
ReplyDeleteThis says so much in so few words. I love it!
ReplyDeleteWow. Too bad it's so late that the armor has hardened and cupid's arrows glance off like so many of the rest. And which is better? To have outgrown the words we have waited to hear or to forget we ever wanted them? I know I am reading too much into this, but I just reread its source poem. I believe in happily ever after and word spells, and though none have actually shaped my life they live in fantasy.
ReplyDeleteyou know, that badge you've seen that says "this blog is not an autobiography" is not really true for me, because of course my writing reflects my history, but it's not being told in a linear fashion, that's for sure. :) xo
Delete"Words I always wanted to hear...bounce off..."
ReplyDeleteSad.
Sad but beautiful, Marian.
K
have we all had these moments
ReplyDeletegreat when i recollect them
and realize they are no longer true
terrific voice in this one, marian
So sad the words you always wanted to hear don't stick. So often this is true. Life is so complicated.
ReplyDeleteAha - thick skins don't always work in the way we want - interesting reversals here. Also so funny to have sticks in with the words (as in sticks and stones may break my bones....) k.
ReplyDeleteWord storms...I have been in a tornado lately. I have chosen shelter and a closed mouth. :)
ReplyDeletegood choices sometimes, right? xo
ReplyDeleteLove this, Marian!! Poignant images and meaning that DO stick! Well done!
ReplyDeletethank you, dear Hannah :)
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