…
the sky cracks
open its own
starry chest,
leaving
…….only
swallowed sorrow
and a gasp
…………….of fire.
..
prompted by poetic asides.
…
the sky cracks
open its own
starry chest,
leaving
…….only
swallowed sorrow
and a gasp
…………….of fire.
..
prompted by poetic asides.
A starry chest sounds….heavenly.
Love that image.
I love the emphasis on “only,” which could add so many layers. But as long as she is “only of fire,” I think things will turn out alright.
The “breaking dawn” in your title gives this a Twilight/vampire feel for me. There’s that sneaky “breaking of heart” in the title as well. I love that the sky is breaking her own heart! Isn’t that just how girls do it too? 😉 Really though, life is too short/busy for sorrow. Let’s just embrace the fire (the good kind) and keep on truckin’. Am I right?
This is really an incredible sunrise poem. You are brilliant, my friend. Viewing the burst of morning light as a woman with a broken (volcanic) heart bursting out those gorgeous and hot oranges and reds??? Man, I love you.
I love the image of the starry chest – superb!