Splinters and fragments

By Stephanie Sideways

I stole a splinter from your heart.
For being numb,
you barely noticed.
So I took as well
a tiny fragment.
I hid the theft
'neath my muse.

When my muse
had twirled it through
its tainted fingers
It carried it back
to you
in pathetic prose.

The shadow of my heart
hitched a ride
On your ego

How did a shadow lifted
darken my heart?

Do you still bask
in it's shade
with a splinter
and a fragment
from your heart
singing amongst
pitiful prose?

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Published on Tuesday, January 15, 2013. Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

A new poem of old muses

Comments on "Splinters and fragments"

A former member wrote: Beautiful and interesting...well written.
On Wednesday, January 16, 2013, dwells (4285) wrote:

Old writings to old lovers become something from our past and not to be taken too seriously, but try as we might...
On Tuesday, January 15, 2013, dwells (4285) wrote:

Those closest to us often see the least and are lousy critics when it comes to our craft. Either gushing effusively at mediocre work or just saying "that's nice" when something is deep and meaningful. Not honest arbiters of what we do and what it means, unless about them and in their face. But don't be too hard on them - we are probably numb to some subjects near and dear as well. Thanks Stephy.
On Tuesday, January 15, 2013, The_Broken_Fox_2112 (70) wrote:

I like this a lot. The beginning was astounding, and you carried it all the way through. Nicely done :)
On Wednesday, January 16, 2013, Stephanie Sideways (276) wrote:

Thank you! :-)