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I tell you this
to break your heart
by which I mean only
that it break open and
never close again
-Mary Oliver
I have turned harsh
with sharp edges
and for no good reason
I can think of.
Strong arming
and demanding answers
worrying
clenching
panicking my way thru.
Gritting my teeth
in the midnight storm
hoping to stop the wind
from throwing its fit.
What has being soft given me
except more questions
except the wide open
to toss them into.
Except to look in awe at it all
and accept the rain
as an answer too.
to the rest of the world
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vivid images. love the line “except the wide open”
I don’t usually like short lines, but when they work, THEY WORK. This is a good choice for this poem.
This poem leaves me contemplating the difference between needing to be tough as opposed to just being tough. Hmmmm…
Just some thoughts (which you are of course free to ignore):
Lines 3 and 4 “feel” clumsy, but that could be just me.
I think your question needs a ?. It’s an important question. Does this sentence end at “toss them into,” or are the next three lines part of the question?
Do you need to spell out “through,” or is there something you are trying to convey with the abbreviated form?