detecting a blind spot

I won’t love you

even as I sweep
your fallen, broken stars
into dusty piles
waiting on the linoleum
for the recycling bin

or sop up the salty tear-drop
remnants from your heart
broken over melted snow
held too tightly
in your warm, closed hand

during the solar eclipse
I sneaked a dangerous glimpse
at the gloriously hiding sun-
sometimes even stars and snowflakes
are only second place

17 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. shrinksarentcheap
    Mar 10, 2013 @ 00:10:22

    god, i love this. i feel this right now.

    Reply

  2. Eric
    Mar 10, 2013 @ 03:36:09

    I am speechless, Mims… You have described a higher vision, something that can’t be seen, yet some few can describe it in earthly terms: the prophetess, the poetess and the seamstress. πŸ˜€ Love your work!

    Reply

  3. billgncs
    Mar 10, 2013 @ 04:46:58

    your soul must glow with a warm brightness

    Reply

  4. Shackled and Crowned
    Mar 10, 2013 @ 17:33:44

    Mims, amazing. Every word had its place. Wonderfully written. I must reblog for the day. πŸ™‚

    Reply

  5. warmginger
    Mar 12, 2013 @ 07:02:12

    Unbelieveably beautiful.

    Reply

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  7. fariahassanbillah
    Mar 15, 2013 @ 16:47:30

    I love this!!

    Reply

  8. ajaytao2010
    Mar 29, 2013 @ 05:54:26

    lovely absolutely

    Reply

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