Image: Book Sculpture by Thomas Wightman, Musetouch at facebook
Someone forgot his or her meds —
A manicure is long overdue.
Scoring a book into deep shreds
Save the title, leave a sad clue.
This might be called a bad hand day—
Or perhaps that describes what was dealt.
Truth is love no longer holds sway
O'er the brittle exhaustion now felt.
Turn the page.
My post in exactly 55 words written for Friday Flash 55.
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12 comments:
Lydia, this is so well done ~
Whew what a picture- sculpture-
scary with the claws as you mention!
thanks.
ouch on those last two lines...
when love runs out what is left
but for us to destroy everything we touch
lydia!!!!
Welcome Back!!
How insightfully intense.
This is why I miss you so much.
Always skillfully crafted and deep
Loved your book mark 55
Thanks for playing, thanks for being so kind with your comments, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
Um.
Bear is not
a fan of
sad poetry.
Yet
he writes
a lot of it
himself.
Puzzling. Very puzzling.
Well,
not really.
How did you know
I haven't taken
my meds,
yet?
Very handy poem,
this one.
Blessings and Bear hugs, Lydia!
Not ready for page turning
Not yet
YOYO
well done! A delightful twist on such a unique work of art!
Gripping,Lydia..
Thank you for sharing.
Tab
Turn the page... to what purpose.. shredded on both sides.. what a brilliant little story of tragedy.
Perfect synthesis of picture and poem!
A strange image magnificently interpreted, my friend.
The sculpture says a lot but you gave it even more meaning in just 55 words. Nice writing as always Lydia!
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