She used to face the wind, steady
strength worn in straight lines and
sound steps. But harsh nights
and bitter words weathered her
core, washed away resolve,
beat down seasoned worth,
pieces fall away, she lets
them go, it’s all broken
anyway, layers of fall
lean and snap of
her, cruel words
grab, she’s only
a fragment of
what she was,
the rest of
her is
gone
Talking to the Clouds 
Just brilliant in content and physical design of the poem…loved it!
Thank you very much! 🙂
Very well done!
Thanks!
We are all eroding. Your strong and poignant work does not lack for punch. Let me come hug you for a week.
That sounds great, but let’s make it two weeks.
How sweet you are.
Neat poem. Better to build strength than erosion…
Thanks, and I agree.
Sarah, this poem is beautiful – it is now my second favourite of yours! And the pic goes great – it looks like ribs striped of flesh, bare and exposed – really good!
Thank you, Dawn 🙂
Did the photo inspire the poem? Word and image here are connected as one. Well realized art.
I can’t remember which one inspired the other! I do think, in this case it was the photo that inspired the poem. That is the case many times with the things that I write. Thanks for reading and commenting 🙂
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The way you structured the story and the placing of the text is brilliant. I love this.