a straight line poem
Robert Lee Brewer offered a prompt today on his site Poetic Asides. He said to write a straight line poem.
You know when something happens and sends one spiraling straight down. Don’t spiraling and straight line seem like one and the same; in the way of not being able to get out of the spiral and heading straight down…you know…I know you do.
Anyway, safety warning: read at your own peril; it’s pretty dark.
I hate to see the sun go down
leaving the black of my words
filled with sadness
red and heart shaped
crack briefly and fill my inner sky
drown till there’s no breath
notes of a violin pull the strings of my heart
soft gray memories
in the key of pain
distance and denial drain the colour from the world
nothing remains but a brave smile