Brick by brick
You laid it on thick
Till your stone walls
Cemented the door
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I love your poetry. Wish I could do more than just micropoetry, but I don't have the patience! Well done!
Wow beautiful beautiful write... if this isn't a talent then what is? marvelous imagery it comes alive it was enjoyed by me keep writing keep writing :)
You draw from your metaphor of an abandoned building project a painfully thorough experience of love lost. And the reason is given with devastating blandness in the opening stanza: : AS YOU WHISPERED / YOU LOVED ME NO MORE. The whole poem is a steady, relentless stoppage of building something - a relationship - and the detritus of feelings piles up all over the site. It's painful to witness but must be confronted. WHAT'S LEFT TO THINK / FOUNDATION DISSOLVED IN CLAY. It's a desolate end but it's also honest, a first step toward recovery. I don't feel this is a despairing poem. The very completeness of the collapse of their romance is a way forward. It's sounds strange to put it that way, but that's the paradox when one, only ONE, person falls out of love.