Sunday, November 4, 2012

Just Beneath the Rage


Was fear, cold and brittle.
She said I hate you to warm
Herself from the chill.

Firey words
Flowed like lava,
Destroying love in it’s path.

He left as she expected
She yelled good riddance
as bitter frost enveloped her.

4 comments:

Mary said...

You have definitely created a realistic scene in your poem, Judy. Firey words are hard for anyone to deal with.

becca said...

what imaginary I can see a woman fighting mad and yet broken with tear in her eyes brilliant

Ann said...

Shivery words, Judy.

Peggy said...

Wow Judy, all the rage. So sad.