You dropped a bomb on me, baby

28 Dec

I asked for it,

and it was given;

I feel ice

and see fire with it’s dropping.

I knew a year ago,

that I needed an explosion

but I couldn’t stop

pretending,

and so a bomb was dropped.

(I am loved that much!)

After the realization

of certainty is lit

in my head

the world is moving

slow-motion and

my ears will not stop ringing

just like in the movies.

Every move beyond check mate

is pretense.

My prayer:

May I have the courage

to not bury the dead.

4 Responses to “You dropped a bomb on me, baby”

  1. Alison and Don December 29, 2019 at 3:17 am #

    Oh so powerful. Marga. Wishing you much courage.
    Alison

    • marga t. December 29, 2019 at 4:05 pm #

      I am grateful for and accept the grace in the human form of Alison! Sending much love back your way! (seems to me that weird poetry helps me expose and work with uprising shadow:) xx m

      • Alison and Don December 29, 2019 at 5:39 pm #

        Uprising shadow usually comes in the body for me, and then emotionally.
        Your poetry – not remotely weird! xo

  2. Miguel Clark Mallet February 1, 2020 at 6:47 pm #

    The only problem with getting what I ask for is that I got what I asked for. Which is, of course, also it’s greatest virtue. I wonder whether I’ll ever learn my lesson.

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