loose leaf and spiral bound

I don't have a particularly interesting story to tell about this poem. This isn't based on a true story; in fact, I am pretty sure I was watching a Hallmark movie and had an idea bubble up. It's a little hazy. This was a poem I sketched out in 2014 (!). Nothing like digging up and dusting off old pieces to flex the writing muscles. Well, anyway, here it is in all its glory.   Bricks Sticks and stones can break my bones but your words are the one thing I will never forget. As my defenses started to crumble The rubble fell at your feet. Even in defeat I couldn’t help but give those broken pieces of myself to you. Your words found a place to hide out in the curve of my ear. Taking shelter, finding a safe space to live forever Your voice ringing out clear and pure. (It really was the strongest thing about you.) There is something hypnotic about a beautiful weapon. A silver tongue spitting brass bullets. Perfect white teeth gnashing. Pushing ou

I can often feel the itch to write, just nagging at the ridiculously hard to reach point between my shoulder blades. The frustrating part of this is when I can't rope one single idea out of the clear blue sky and let my pen run with it. So, that's when I fall back on the talent and creativity of people in my circles and use one of their creations as a writing prompt. David Quinn is a talented award-winning artist based in Co. Mayo Ireland whose piece titled, "Necklace" serves as my most recent creative inspiration. He's ever so graciously permitted me to link to his work here (what a lovely guy!): Necklace, David Quinn, 2007, Mixed media on board, 70cm diameter View this piece (and so many beautiful others) on his website So now that you've had the opportunity to fall in love with this painting like I did, here's the poem I wrote: Lady Like It hurts to remember you Your laughter feels like tiny bursts of flames licking across my skin