The Particulate Reality Poem by Seamus O' Brian
The Particulate Reality
This hole in my heart
The shape of the words
You aimed with the hope
Of pain elicited and savored
Still mirrors the wounds
I left in yours, careless
Footprints of razored cleats
Trampling and crushing
With arrogant indifference.
Two crippled dancers
Bound together
In the injuries of love
The horizoned destinies
Of sea and sky,
So too,
Love and agony.
Saturday, January 20, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life,love
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8/1/2025 6:34:46 AM # 1.0.0
I thought I had commented on this before, Neal—particularly on the vivid ouch of razored cleats. However, it wouldn’t be the first instance for me of an unfulfilled intention. Anyway, how we most hurt the ones closest to us! The challenge of self-control when we are keenly wounded! I feel these things in this poem. -Glen