Changeover

Look at my breast, the veins are surfacing,

each time you whisper about another fate.

Perhaps the leaf, when it was circling,

was mislead by the wind’s devious weight

and brought you wrongly into my hold.

Why has the humanity gone from you,

stranding me naked in the arctic cold?

Have you already dropped the past we knew

like a marble tipped over from your grasp,

rocketing through the air, descending time,

splitting in a thousand shards while I gasp

for air, a victim of your beastly crime?

The light in your eyes fades to devil black,

as you slam my room door and leave a crack.

Reviews

[A. Kim Spradling]

I am a teacher and speak of imagery in writing often. You do this quite well in your comparisons such as the leaf blowing in the wind and someone being wrongly brought to you. You have a style all of your own. I quite like it.

[Kay]

I appreciate your compliments. =) I think it's a great thing to paint metaphors in the mind to be seen and felt as if we were actually there. It's nice that you get to teach this. Is it a poetry class?

[A. Kim Spradling]

Actually, it is a fourth grade reading and writing class. The students dearly LOVED the poetry that I offered to them. Many of them write their own now. It was only one unit but had an enormous impact.

[A. Kim Spradling]

Also, just to add, they ask to write poems in their free time. I am so happy for that.
If you get a chance, read my poem Point of View. I write differently than you do, but I would like to know what you think.

[Kay]

That's fantastic. It's one of the few times I think students are able to express creativity in their education. It's mainly memorize and regurgitate unfortunately.