"Sooner or later, somehow, anyhow, I was bound to write a novel. It seems vain to ask why. Men are born with various manias: from my earliest childhood, it was mine to make a plaything of imaginary series of events; and as soon as I was able to write, I became a good friend to the paper-makers."Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)

Wednesday, 9 May 2012

Brutality

My heart broke that day,
I heard it crack open,
Ripping and splintering,
Broken shards of pain.
I heard it out loud,
A harsh, inhuman howl
Spilling from bruised lips.
The cracked skin stings
Tears washing it with salt.
Love hurts. Love is brutal.


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Way back at the beginning of A215, the lovely Paula K Lewis set up a series of challenges to get us in the mood for the course, I didn't have time to participate, but now as I face a case of writers block, I am giving them a try. Thanks Paula.


Challenge 1 -  Write a poem of 40 lines or less, using 'Brutality' as your theme. You are free to interpret this however you wish.

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