One Shot Wednesday: The Pieces

The pieces
of what he’s given
ascend from his palm into icy air

up high they look like blotted words
then black specks in January’s sunset

they start to follow each other–
like looping crows

he tries to avoid what’s cast–
all his convictions, worn in the sky–

but they’re outside every window
everywhere he goes

and as he starts to hear the wings,
there’s no more forward motion

their pattern starts to lull him,
crooks his head toward the glass

his eyes orbitting the endless circle,
the flashing chain.

His heart is on the plate.
The ring descends to pick apart who he is.

10 thoughts on “One Shot Wednesday: The Pieces

  1. his heart is on the plate…beautiful imagery in your poem – and as poets, our heart is on the plate as well..i can feel yours in these words

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  2. Indeed, sad & poignant, as she just stated. Quite an image at the end. Chilling. Excellent social commentary in poetic lines. Cheers

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  3. I have met many people who have torn situations and friendships to pieces and then spend years trying to gather those scattered pieces and a lifetime trying to glue them back together.
    Wonderful One Shot!

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  4. On a narrative level, I’m not completely sure what is happening in the poem but I’m very intrigued by “he tries to avoid what’s cast–
    all his convictions, worn in the sky–” I’ll have to muse on this a bit more 🙂

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  5. The metaphors are really interesting. The same lines that intrigued Jessie were also intriguing to me, and that they were “outside every window.” The metaphor of the birds really helped me envision his predicament. Nice work!

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  6. I have no idea what you’re writing about – don’t bother explaining, thank you, if you’re so inclined – but intriguing, rolls-easy-off-the-tongue word/flow choices.

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  7. I had to read it a few times…what he was given, and paths he had chosen, in his life followed dad, he tried to get away but he couldn’t. In the end those pieces that circled him led to ending him. I wish he could have fought to free himself…or had known his heart was with us, if he had let it, and not left it on the plate. Change is scary, but I wish he would have found his strength to change…

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