General Poetry posted December 29, 2017

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Sometimes love is instant, overwhelming, destructive.

The Prophet

by brenda faye curtis

When we met,
I saw only the bird; the fearsome colors--
A kaleidoscope of beautiful weapons, and
the battle tactic of proud strut.

When we spoke,
you called me a lost soul, and my veneer peeled away.
My swollen heart sank into a bottomless well,
inviting me to dive in, drink deep.

When we touched,
scars rose from beneath your skin.
Rippled flesh exposed the portrait of
elegant agony we call experience.

When we joined,
the ignition point was instantly passed.
Fire roiled and I was roasted in a moment,
but a part of you survived the flames.

When we parted,
the bird remained, scratching the ashes, leaving
chunks of my life shredded away like
confetti discarded on a dusty floor.

When we met,
I never dreamed you were a prophet.

Passionate Love in Black and White writing prompt entry
Writing Prompt
Write a passionate love poem, any style, any length. Try to make us feel the heat and passion of your lovers without being vulgar or blatant. It has to be clean enough so you don't need to put any warnings on your poem.

This poem is based on an event I experienced many decades ago. I met a man, fell in love in a day, spent the day in a whirlwind, then we parted company that night.

I met him again a week ago. We had coffee, reminisced, discussed our lives and parted again.

Sometimes God gives us the opportunity to put things in perspective. One should never pass up an opportunity.
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