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Leslie Anne Mcilroy: Irreparable
This is how the heart breaks.
Never fast. Always rust. Tears
and a metal-like sorrow, eyes
drawn back to before, more
like a heavy, yawning yoke.
.
This is how the heart breaks.
A shattering, a moment
or no moment at all, an un-
m/ended erosion, a beggar
moving in, his stone pillow.
.
This is how the heart breaks.
Wren grounded, hand
empty, wound open like
a window stuck, the wind
barely in and out, the wind.
.
This is how the heart breaks,
on Sundays mostly — broken
vase, big bed, the sun like
god’s head turning away
his shadow, his narrow back.
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Copyright 2013 Leslie Anne Mcilroy. First published by Connotation Press. Reprinted by permission of the author.
— Leslie Anne Mcilroy
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Passion Power Soul
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Powerful passion The BREAKING of the heart and Soul Yes and The God Head Sun turns as a mother and or father child sleeps are the hard knocks of life on earth Great Poem
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This left me gasping…stunned. Brilliantly evocative. “…the sun like god’s head turning away…” !!!
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This left me gasping…stunned. Brilliantly evocative! “…the sun like god’s head turning away…” !!!
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This left me gasping…stunned! Brilliantly evocative. “…the sun like god’s head turning away…”
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This left me gasping…stunned. Brilliantly evocative. “…the sun like god’s head turning away…”
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Reblogged this on oktobertwo and commented:
originally expressed
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Such a painful progress perfectly described…
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