Collecting Dust
Too late, says the mind
Too weak, cries the heart
She let the words unspoken
Collect dust in tip of her tongue
Cobwebs gather in her ribcage
In the silence of a beating heart
Too late, says the mind
Too weak, cries the heart
© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.
Written for A to Z challenge: Letter C.
Today’s photograph is entitled Collecting Dust by Reylia Slaby. You can find more of her works in her Facebook Page and Instagram account.
YAY! Let the challenge commence! 😀
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April 4, 2017 at 11:49 am
What i really love about your poems maria is when its written in short verses..that’s when you get to give that hard punch vibe…..just like this one…you knocked me out here…
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April 5, 2017 at 8:34 am
Aw, that’s very kind. Thank you, Mich. ❤ I’m still working on compressing my thoughts into short verses. Glad this worked. 😁
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April 5, 2017 at 8:40 am
🤗🤗🤗
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April 4, 2017 at 12:27 pm
AGREE with Mich! Lots of punch in your shorter lines. This one has a lot of metaphors too. So much that you share from your over flowing heart.
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April 5, 2017 at 8:35 am
Thank you, Gina~ ❤❤❤
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April 4, 2017 at 12:39 pm
What are you girls doing to me? 😦 😦 This just sucker punched me completely. You and Rose are tugging my heart strings like mad!
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April 5, 2017 at 8:39 am
Aw, apologies from us dear.. Our muse seems to be in a hopeless romantic mode. Hugs and kisses. 😘
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April 4, 2017 at 2:55 pm
Great piece! Very haunting!
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April 5, 2017 at 8:40 am
Thank you, Jarod! 😁
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April 4, 2017 at 3:21 pm
Oh wow wow WOW! I love the line, “Cobwebs gather in her rib cage”–SO Visual and moody!!!
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April 5, 2017 at 8:40 am
Thank you, dear RL.. ❤ One of my favorite lines too..
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April 5, 2017 at 8:57 am
Don’t you love it that we can have our own fave lines!! 🙂 ❤
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April 5, 2017 at 9:18 am
Yes!! ❤❤❤
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April 5, 2017 at 11:16 am
🙂 🙂 ❤
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April 4, 2017 at 6:46 pm
the repetition. the vivid imagery. wow wow dearie!
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April 5, 2017 at 8:41 am
Aw, thank you dearie! 😘
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April 5, 2017 at 2:02 pm
always, dearie! ❤
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April 4, 2017 at 8:59 pm
Great power in this poem Maria. It is like witnessing someone’s last breath.
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April 5, 2017 at 8:44 am
Ha! Thank you, D! Death is soon to come with letter D ☕️
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April 5, 2017 at 2:53 pm
Looking forward to it Maria. (The poem, not Death) 🙂
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April 5, 2017 at 2:13 am
Ohh, the repetition works to perfection here. I can feel the poem in my heart ❤
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April 5, 2017 at 9:00 am
Aw, thanks Jade. ❤
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April 5, 2017 at 9:12 am
This gave me the chills! Such strong imagery, Maria! Glad I found this blog 🙂
~Madhu from Purrfectgirl
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April 5, 2017 at 9:17 am
Happy to connect, Madhu. ❤ I’m looking forward to reading more of your ‘voice’ too. Let’s have fun this A to z, shall we? 😊
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