Losing Battle

a dart of the eyes,

minor rebellion of
dubious emotion –

ignore it,
turn away.

quell staccato heart,
latch it in a room
like a petulant child
due it’s punishment.

it is not time
to explore these ruins,
to watch as another scar
fuses itself to heart,
to feel as the heat billows
from below.

fight to deny –
feel pulse
break
the metallic casing
to expose fragile
flesh.

Written for the Sunday Whirl wordle. 

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8 Comments

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8 responses to “Losing Battle

  1. I love the last five lines. They give love an opening. 😉

  2. Cathy

    I love these lines

    quell staccato heart,
    latch it in a room
    like a petulant child
    due it’s punishment.

    perfectly put!

  3. Some times it is just too tough to feel the pain. This poem tells that. Nicely wordled.

  4. Your use of the wordle words is masterly – you tell a good story with them.

  5. ‘Yes’ to the sweet surrender!

  6. “a dart of the eyes” — what an opener…I was held the whole way through.

  7. OH. Breathtaking, Mark. So glad you told me of your “staccato heart.” Happy to have seen its brilliant spill. Just beautiful.

  8. Hi Mark- Nice place you have here. This is the wordle I was hoping to write.- well done all they way through to the exposing the “fragile flesh”..

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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