Given too freely
this can become ammunition
a weapon used against you
like a suicide bomber
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this a fantastic poem.. powerful and poignant, well done for this fine piece! ! HBH
Excellent and deep poem. And the whole truth is always best, nothing but will ever do. Best H
A very good write, though I had the end by the second verse: The poem as puzzle or challenge to the reader. Well-crafted and wise. A lot of truth in this one. With kind regards, Hugh
A beautiful poem Mary....and so true....I sense the frailty here....of opening up...it's a total expansiveness of ones self....a giving to another human being in this way is sacred and yes, a gift....once tred upon, will take the wind out your sails...but like all lifes challenges, you pick yourself up....wipe the dirt off your knees and try not to get hardened over it....Yours is a beautiful heart...keep it sweet~
That's a beautifully constructed poem Mary, as usual your immaculate way of writing, nothing missed, nothing left out. All there to soak up. Loved it so much. Love Ernestine XXX
Yes, I'm sure Rusty is right. It's trust. I mean, if it were ammonium nitrate, it would only work in the first stanza.
I think Rust has a good point about Trust. A fine poem, either way! -chuck
I assume it is trust you are talking about, rather than love. I believe love can be repaired more easily than trust. Does that make any sense? Nice write Mary Rusty
This is impressive, I like it very much, Mary, best wishes, John
Given unwisely, it's the others who break it; you still have it to give?
Great poem, very honest too. Thanks for sharing.