This week's word is Crush. I am sorry to say that I had to use the past tense. I have been in a poetry mood lately. If I could play guitar I'd probably be sitting in a coffeehouse wearing a jaunty black beret. I am sure that this is all very temporary, but we have to let these things work their course.
What I Once was,
mashed between the
Who I am Nows,but
Crushed underneath
What I Might become.
Good,wicked, silly
Ugly, sad and beautiful
Pulverized into dust,
Strewn about,
Carried off by the wind.
Really strong and interesting. I love how you used crush as a metaphor. I would love to see this as a long poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I am not sure that I have a longer version in me, but I will try.
ReplyDeleteSo far from what I've seen I love your poetry, very touching but a little sad. Are you okay?
ReplyDeleteI am fine--just overworked!
DeleteWhen you use it well, you are forgiven! Love the plural Who I am Nows.
ReplyDeleteI seem to wear many hats these days!
DeleteI have felt this way during the Holidays, too many obligations and not enough time. Now it's the girl's turn and I try to help them with their expectations.
ReplyDeleteThere are certainly lots of things pushing and pulling us right now!
DeleteThank you!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful emotions in this post.
ReplyDeleteNice image of the inner self being pulverized to dust and carried off in the wind.
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem, bent rules or not (:
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