Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, June 11, 2012

Trompe de la Coeur

Still Life, 1670, detail by Jean Fran├žois 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.

submitted for The MagMag 121


hedgewitch said...

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.

Helen said...

Trick of the heart ~ love it!

Kat Mortensen said...

I love the fireflies and the fiesta lights. I can relate to this, though it was many moons ago, thankfully.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Excellent! This is a home run! Every note true and perfect! LOVED IT!

Scarlet said...

Yes, you got the theme correctly ~

I like the toasting of marshmallow over the blaze...so sweet revenge ~

Cheers ~

Brian Miller said...

haha...the toasting marshmallows...and tasting sweet is a great touch on the end of this...lol...

Pearl said...


That's all I have: Amen.


Mary said...

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.

Marian said...

i love how this ends with the mundane, the toasting and savoring of a marshmallow. wonderful, that is.

Peggy said...

Lovely revenge here--the sweet marshmallow! I liked the twist on the words: trompe de la coeur.

Anonymous said...

Oh yeah... The sweetness of closure. Excellent Mag.

Mary Ann Potter said...

Sweet revenge. What a unique way to clean out the heart that's been injured! Impressive poem.

Kay L. Davies said...

Oh, very nice. A trick of the heart. And the marshmallow. Yes, very sweet.

Herotomost said...

'sometimes that can taste like smores I hear....lol. Cutting and redemptive, I love when freedom comes from inner strength...Great job.

S.E.Ingraham said...

This was delightful, inspired even ... I especially like the title


Tess Kincaid said...

Raising my marshmallow in a toast!

hyperCRYPTICal said...

A lovely sweet ending!

Anna :o]

Susan said...

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!