Two Paths, Once One
After last night’s storm the tulip
petals are strewn across the patio
where they mortally fluttered.
Church, Jim Harrison
Anger has a heat of its own, yet
doubles in intensity when returned.
Words spoken without thought
cannot be unsaid.
They hang in the air, inflict pain,
each echo an eternity.
Shaken, the path we shared
now lies fractured, with no going back.
This poem is my response to Poetics: Songs of Unreason, the prompt from Linda Lee Lyberg at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to use one of eight offered lines by Jim Harrison as an epigraph.
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