I’m static, frantic,
magnetic, shielding
shards of heart
with recycled refuse
(just onion tears)
We’re refusing reclusion
collecting letters
upon utterances
unpeeling splices
(over onion tears)
Our juices rise
like pungent repellant
solely with olfaction
flavors are favored
(taste onion tears)
He’s spreading splines
ribs of mine
are tearing free
revealing me
(in onion tears)
sometimes communication is hard. sometimes assumptions are easier. sometimes solitude is safer. but always, always, open honest communication is really living.
This is a poem in exactly 55 words. To visit the host with the most, Mr. Knowitall, look HERE . Post a Flash Fiction in 55 words exactly on Friday and let him know it all!
Maybe an onion would help break the ice
ReplyDeletea fine teary 55
hope all is well on your side of the state :)
Sensory potent work.
ReplyDeletecoild not agree more with your summation...so easy to jack up our communication...
ReplyDeleteI think my tears would be more than onion tears if she had to spread my ribs to get a look inside.
ReplyDeleteFab Di...
ReplyDeleteWill you PLEASE remember Fridays?
Your 55 blew me away!
I don't get very emotional about things but for some reason this really touched me.
Revealing indeed.
Thanks for playing, you are missed, have a Kick Ass Week-End
Peeling away the layers - it sounds painful, but cathartic. There's bravery here.
ReplyDeleteThis really touched me, too. Just excellent.
ReplyDeleteOnion tribute. Cool.
ReplyDeletethat is how life is. And you keep on peeling and in the end you reach nothing...But you are so cleansed, that it does not matter by the time you reach the end
ReplyDeleteI honestly don't think I have ever read a more apt description and depiction of "communication" ever before!! This was BRILLIANT, my friend!
ReplyDeleteAnd the metaphors, fantastic!
That little onion must be crying his layers off on read this one.. :)
there's a lot to be had in any onion
ReplyDeletea lot of layers
and a lot of ways to go wrong
a lot of ways to go right too, i suppose
xo
erin