the spinner of heartbreaks

needs some work - just practicing - would appreciate comments

you tear from the dark fabric
of my mind, drab with regrets,

sequined with falling stars,
you glide with the tassels

of aloneness, angling to hook
yourself between my button-eyes

you stuff me with cotton dreams,
red-lined me with the trace

of your fingers, but i am dyed blue
with defeat the moment you ripped

my heart with your teeth,
you cut me with scissored madness,

until there was nothing left.
but a pattern of a broken heart

Reviews

[Wejustare]

This is extremely beautiful! You use imagery very well. "You stuff me with cotton dreams, red-lined with the trace of your fingers," WOW! The perfect summation of the promise of love that doesn't work out. You are very talented and I look forward to reading more.

[highonwords]

thank you so much for the wonderful visit and comment - glad you like the poem :)

steph

[Carolynn]

I think you did a marvellous job using fabric and scissors to create a vivid image of a relationship cut to pieces - well done :)

[highonwords]

thank you for the visit and comment, carolynn

steph