Sunday, December 19, 2010

Your Love Is Arrow Sharp

The Arrow Shot by


Found on One Stop Poetry

The Arrow Shot is a writing prompt on the One Stop Poetry site.

Your Love Is Arrow Sharp

You could be the prow
of the sloop, I the trimmed sails,
you the goddess lines,
me the ground you draw
them on. What am I to do?

I am divided,
cut in half to go
both ways, down both halls and you
in only one, me
not sure which is right
because your love is arrow
sharp and I will bleed.

‎December ‎19, ‎2010 10:44 AM

17 comments:

  1. Simplicity :)

    When I saw the prompt this came to mind
    "shot through the heart and you're to blame, you give love a bad name"

    Cheesy 80's rock, It took me a while to get it out of my head!

    Good stuff especially liked the line "your love is sharp and I will bleed"

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  2. And...?

    *smirk*

    Faint heart never won fair lady, and all that jazz.

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  3. Nice write...happy to meet you here at One Shot...bkm

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  4. Love cannot help draining all the blood from your body. lol Well, maybe some. Like the way you wrote both stanzas. Welcome and thanks for linking up today.

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  5. Beautifully expressed, I see your quandary (and I see what you saw in the image, at least I think I do). Well done!

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  6. Wonderful and metaphorical approach to the prompt. From how you put it, it seems proper that ships and arrows and love go hand in hand in hand... I like this whole incorporation of pictures thing going on too. :)

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  7. very nice!
    enjoyed it very much

    thank you

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  8. I liked the last line, 'because your love is arrow sharp and I will bleed.' There is always sharp pain in a love gone wrong. I enjoyed your poem today, and look forward to reading more of your poetry.

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  9. Maybe I will have the time. Normally I work, that and service takes too much of me to join in here and elsewhere. I don't like it if I don't have the time to get around to the other sites.

    repressed, I like it hugely you got stuck in an 80's song...:D

    Fireblossom, I once took on a lover saying to myself, "this is really going to hurt." Two years later was I ever right.
    ******
    I have been fortunate to find ways to not end relationships in the violence and hostility that often happens, but every one of my loves has ended and I have felt that pain.

    gospel, yes the photo looks like the bow of a ship with the lady off to the side of it, while the halls are obvious, and the arrow is in the title.

    Joseph! Long time no connect. We have drifted. I have added pictures ever since I got high speed. Hope you are well.
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    Thanks all for your comments.

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  10. I'm fascinated with all of what this photo contains, and you identify yet another -- a choice -- a choice already made by one but now considered by another who hesitates. Well done!

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  11. Ha! Very beautiful.

    When i would be the sails
    i go where you are taking me
    i am the sails
    no arrow can stop the wind
    from loving me

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  12. Yes, indeed, if you are the sails then I am the wind.

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  13. This is a beautiful interpretation of the picture - I love the imagery of the ship, and the male and female halves that come together to make it whole.

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  14. The division and pain are conveyed so well in your images here. I also felt that choice factor in the picture, the tension in the arch of the woman's body, like a sail or a bow. Fine writing, and as others have said, hope to see more of it.

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  15. turn and run
    run while you can!

    :-)

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  16. World's End

    The dust settled down
    after you passed, laying on
    us all, a thin film
    coating every
    outcrop of hope or dream left
    after our tumble
    on this bloodless plain,
    this wasted dry and crackled
    crush of graveled bones.

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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.


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