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| Still Life, 1670, detail by Jean François de Le Motte |
Last night I made a bonfire
with last season's leaves
and your love letters
You were a master with words
I believed every lie you wrote
because you wrote it so beautifully
and I want to believe
in beauty
A trompe de l'oeil painting
seems so real until
you look closely and see your mistake
Your words were a trompe de la coeur
a trick of the heart
I burned your words
with the dead leaves
The fireflies blinked crazy fiesta lights
around the fire
and I toasted a marshmallow over the blaze
It tasted so sweet.
18 comments:
I can certainly relate to this one--a perfect analogy, well executed and vividly illustrated with your dry but rich language. So easy not too look too closely at the illusion we want to see as real.
Trick of the heart ~ love it!
I love the fireflies and the fiesta lights. I can relate to this, though it was many moons ago, thankfully.
Excellent! This is a home run! Every note true and perfect! LOVED IT!
Yes, you got the theme correctly ~
I like the toasting of marshmallow over the blaze...so sweet revenge ~
Cheers ~
haha...the toasting marshmallows...and tasting sweet is a great touch on the end of this...lol...
Amen.
That's all I have: Amen.
Pearl
Feels good to burn up painful things from one's past, I think. I haven't burned, but I've shredded. But one can't toast marshmallows on things shredded. Smile.
i love how this ends with the mundane, the toasting and savoring of a marshmallow. wonderful, that is.
Lovely revenge here--the sweet marshmallow! I liked the twist on the words: trompe de la coeur.
Oh yeah... The sweetness of closure. Excellent Mag.
Sweet revenge. What a unique way to clean out the heart that's been injured! Impressive poem.
Oh, very nice. A trick of the heart. And the marshmallow. Yes, very sweet.
K
'sometimes that can taste like smores I hear....lol. Cutting and redemptive, I love when freedom comes from inner strength...Great job.
This was delightful, inspired even ... I especially like the title
http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2012/06/love-letters-of-promises-and-regret.html
Raising my marshmallow in a toast!
A lovely sweet ending!
Anna :o]
There is a hard earned marshmallow sweetness, indeed. The tone of joy in this revealing poem comes totally from the frame of the story with the truth in a bonfire at center. Bravo!
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