
Sharpen my edges
With a sword of iron strong
And a heart gone dead
Left with a note on the midnight counter
Pain sharp in my chest cavity gaping
Wound where my heart used to beat
Pump red liquid beating
Sharps and flats, silent
The above poem is from a prompt from Quadrille – A 44 word poem that includes the selected word, which in this prompt was the word sharp. Enjoy!
Love that last line.
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Thank you! 😊
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This is sharp and deep. 🙂
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Thank you. 😊
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Wow, this is super visceral… I felt it as I read through it.
~David
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Thanks! It’s always nice to know your words DO something when read. :^)
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🤗
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This is so raw… feeling like this can be the worst.
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So true. It’s when the pain is so great that you feel numb that you start to worry. Thank you so much for reading and commenting.
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I SO agree with De!! Felt the gamut of emotions reading your quadrille.
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Thank you! It’s one of the reasons I like writing poetry. You can travel so far emotionally with so few words.
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This is positively visceral. So well done.
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Thank you! A true gut punch. I’m glad you liked it. :^)
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