You kissed me
and called it a star.
I wanted a constellation.
You brought me the moon
in a jar.
I cried for Saturn's rings.
Wrapped in the Milky Way,
I demanded the sun
to warm me.
You emptied the sky,
but couldn't please me.
Now, there's nothing left to bring.
21 comments:
Damn I like this. Brief, pointed, and perfectly titled.
Perfectly titled indeed! Perfect as always!
Sylvia
Sounds just like a woman. :)
~Shawna
(rosemarymint.wordpress.com)
Nice write. Some people want it all...and then some!
Nice! And sadly, true.
Title so fitting for the poem...The last stanza sadly true for some.
intriguing, enigmatic - very cool!
Some people are just greedy and grabby all the time.
Layers upon layers gets me thinking.
(Always a dangerous thing.)
There's always darkness. A lot of 'em tend to bring that without asking. Hope you're feeling better.
this is one of my most favorites, MZ! stellar!
♥
Soundlike you are an over- demanding lady! Or is he a typical man, failing to read your mind???
Enjoyable read indeed.
Jamie
Ahhh, so sad. There must be something else up there, surely?
Oh WOE is me---Geeze- not demanding or greedy... Good poem. -thanks!
I have days like this.
I don't want to be her. But I know where she lives.
Sometimes it's not the wrong gifts but the wrong person bringing them.
Typical woman, never satisfied with what she's got. (LOL!)
Great poem MZ. your tone is alive here, and it just works, from title to flow and the words you chose. Great job. Thanks
That's what you get for being insatiable, nothing left to give!
Perfect.
I'm starting a new poetry-challenge linkup that I hope you'll jump in on:
http://rosemarymint.wordpress.com/2012/01/09/monday-melting-week-1/
~Shawna
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