Rock, Paper, Scissors Poem by Robin Bennett

Rock, Paper, Scissors

Rating: 5.0


Scissors cuts paper
my lines now scattered letters-
Left alone
to stagger
making no sense
standing on their own
A mass grave-
of a lonely alphabet
no rhyme, no reason-
Just secrets and treasures
sliced apart, left to blow in the wind-

Sharpness-
piercing ivory lined paper
each slice deep-
Words pour out
from open wounds left behind
Blood, sweat and tears-
hold evidence of me and our words
Escaping dreams
seeping out from every living
inch of me-

Paper covers rock
but not when that rock is your heart-
Reaching down
you crumbled me first
then tossed me
away-
Leaving me as
nothing more than
trash talking words
Silenced and-
searching for an
utterance of anything

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Maged Habib 23 July 2012

Full of images, full of pain. very heartfelt really. Why don't you try focusing on scales and rhyme scheme? I think you will surprise yourself, nothing makes a poem complete more than music in word matching and scale perfection :)

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Robin Bennett

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