Mrs. Ott

[pedestal]

Posted in rhythm, transcending by alaskanott on June 10, 2010

 

fallen from the

highest shelf,

i hear through the glass

your slams at me:

couldn’t i be less broken?

but watching you fall;

the pieces of my art,

(shards of it embed the heart).

tones of pause

and gut cries:

couldn’t i be less taken?~

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  1. Jannie Funster said, on June 11, 2010 at 23:08

    That really took me on some journeys in just those few short lines.

    I read it three times and got three different visions.

    I continue to be amazed by your words.

    xo

  2. Jingle said, on June 12, 2010 at 01:16

    excellent wonders..

  3. Jingle said, on June 12, 2010 at 02:23

    http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/06/09/the-celebrate-blogger-of-april-awards/

    u win awards in my blog,
    please claim them!
    Happy Friday!
    Happy Saturday!

  4. Cocoyea said, on June 13, 2010 at 18:25

    Wondrous.

  5. Jingle said, on August 4, 2010 at 17:20

    http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/08/02/the-celebrate-blogger-awards-plus-prayers-4-viola/

    The Celebrate blogger of honorable mention in short stories,

    plus 4 friendship awards for you.

    Trisha voted for you.
    have fun!

  6. Trisha said, on September 10, 2010 at 13:49

    fabulous portrait of shattered heart.


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