My shattered heart rains pieces on all who dare to touch it.
Broken by dreams, doubts, dread, and the debris of drama.
Taken by love, life, loads, burdens, and by laughter.
All who dare to touch my heart shatter it,
Breaking it open like the clouds that bring Spring rains,
Only to leave the brilliant sun in their wake…
My shattered heart rains pieces on all who dare to touch it…
Pieces of love, blessed by tears, strengthened by sorrow, eroded by extraordinary miracles
Of life!
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My prose poem for Franks prompt at
dVerse.
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Good work! 🙂
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We were supposed to write paragraphs, but I didn’t do that. It was an oversight. So does prose poetry really exist? Apparently, not for me. ❤
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No matter the form here — I really enjoyed this read. Count this as my comment please as I had to interject here and indicate the power of this post, regardless of the form. “drama debris”….there is so so much meaning packed into those two words!
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The lines were long like those Gibran wrote, so this could qualify as prose poetry, but it does raise the question whether something is prose poetry if the author does not think it is. I liked the idea in your poem that suggests that the heart should shatter so the sun can shine in its wake. I also like the idea that “extraordinary miracles of life” can “erode” the shattered heart’s pieces.
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I love your ending line about healing of that shattered heart ~ I guess with a slight format, it can work as a prose poem?
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To me this is prose or poetry depending on how you want it to be… I can see how a shattered heart is also an open heart with all its beauty..
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Who is picking up all those pieces, Crystal? This is so touching.
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What a lovely read!
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I heard a quote once that said (paraphrasing) if your life should break into a thousand pieces, you should pick up one of the pieces and start over. Touching someone with a piece of your life doesn’t seem to me to be a bad thing, Crystal! Neither does this piece of prose poetry!
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The heart does so much work.
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I think it’s free verse, very moving free verse.
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