Sunday, May 11, 2014

Like a bull in a china shop

For every tear I ever dropped there is now a crystal in my left kidney,
making it harder for light to travel through my body,
making it more difficult for me to choose radiance.

I had the choice to never let anyone else close to my heart.
But then there was you and I wanted you to see it so bad
I laid down my sword and shield and let you in.

You made your way inside me
like a bull in a china shop.

17 comments:

  1. Love can happen anytime!

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  2. Achingly fine. I'll bet there are lovers out there who feel like their hearts over time have become a tale of the running of the bulls. And are, um, improved for it ... The equivalence of crystal in the kidney and bull in a china shop is a great take on difficult intimacy.

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  3. A rather uncomfortable last line? :-)

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    1. Lovely first stanza especially.

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  4. it is important to put the sword and shield down

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  5. How difficult are the choices we face when self-preservation may equal loneliness and the gift of self may end in heartbreak.

    I think the image of tears forming crystals in the kidney is so original - amazing idea to express the build up of sorrow on the inside.

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  6. So much pain, so much beauty!

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  7. Oooh the image of the tears as crystals and the bull in a china shop is heartbreaking. Great write.

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  8. This works brilliantly. Could we have anticipated this fragile beauty and clumsy beast story?

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  9. the inner turmoil is presented beautifully..

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  10. I absolutely adore this Kenia!! Wonderfully written and true to the ways of the heart.

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  11. gosh, tears building up in the kidneys! what a novel (and painful) expression.

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  12. I know the sad truth of this poem, Kenia.....but keep polishing up that radiance. One day someone worthy of appreciating it will arrive!

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  13. To let down the shield once again.. and for yet another bull in a china shop... you describe this so well

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  14. Really interesting that your poem begins with such an original image and ends with a cliche, and yet love can be like that sometimes -- coming in like a hurricane (or a wild beast), like all the lines of all the love songs. And the cliche here becomes the hero! Very nicely done.

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  15. the finality of the last line, the common baseness of it, and the pen's luminous beginning. powerful and raw and inevitable ~

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