Painful Storms
Storm bristles in
with tears sliced into silver points.
I wander empty rooms
and collect them
in a jar specially marked,
place them on a shelf
where the sun
can warm their points,
blunting their pain.
I want to say that will be enough,
but loneliness
can create
more jars than I have room,
and the sun shines little
when storms gather.
copyright/All rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2012
so many lovely threads here Audrey...I love this one "with tears sliced into silver points" and this "loneliness
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more jars than I have room" exquisitely written, heart breaking beauty.
Thank you Laura! I so appreciate the read and comments--enjoy the rest of the pub
DeleteOh, how loneliness can make us feel.
ReplyDeleteThis is so lovely on many levels, and, heart felt too.
Beautiful piece.
Thank you so much for the read Bren--and thank you for suggesting that I come to the pub--I have really enjoyed being here--
DeleteThis was so delicate and vulnerable. I loved it.
ReplyDeleteThank you Buddah!
DeleteWhat a marvelously original way to express the pain of loneliness.
ReplyDeleteThank you Timoteo--Enjoy your day!
Deletemore jars than i have room, like a metaphor for someone who hoards pain
ReplyDeleteCould be--although I don't think I originally thought of it that way--but certainly that view works
Deletethe imagery here is so poignant and heart-wrenching...
ReplyDeletebeautiful.
Thank you so much for the read---as I look at this one more--I like it more
DeleteSo sadly beautiful and charming. I feel this. Great write!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Rachel! I love your work as well!
DeleteThe jars are the unique image in this poem, and I can see them clearly, like marmalade jars with every hue of sadness another shade of orange in the light.
ReplyDeleteYou are such a wonderful poet, even your comment feels poetic! Thank you!
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