it's true, old heartaches never really die...

he held my heart in the palm of his hand. 

   it glowed there, redly, molten, fiercely

     it looked brave and beautiful

          invincible, one could say..

 

(even if the strength is merely an outward illusion

meant to frighten the unworthy from approaching - 

though now you know my deepest secret,

the magic trick just might be lost)

              but really, it was fragile

like fresh blown glass still warm from the hearth

not yet hardened by the cool quench of water

(see i told you...)

i trusted the slim fingers caging it 

to never hold too tight

what i forgot to worry about

was the possibility he would let go

...i only ever just wanted to be "enough"

Reviews

[Scott Kelly]

I dig it. I won't approach this as though it's therapy, but rather a poem. I really enjoy the sort of call and response you have going, although that does bring a bit more of a ... prosey? feel. Maybe like something that would be performed spoken word. That said, I dig the "was the possibility he would let go." You obviously know that's the punchline and you delivered it very well. I was expecting some squeezing/rending/tearing whatever, but the letting go is much better. It hits a deeper truth about love - about just losing interesting and dropping it, or just leaving altogether. More realistic, in my experience, than the heart-smashing tear-fests I tend to come across in a lot of ePoetry.

[alan peter kelly]

old heartaches do die...to be replaced by new promotions that we choose to ignore...love the structure...i have much to learn from what you dropped for me to pick up and take to a warm place and admire...

[Robin]

heartaches are lessons never forgot ... Enough , just right .

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Oh to wear our hearts on our sleeves..and wonder if the other person feels the same..really nicely put.

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

I love the format here Jennie.You have executed this theme very well and i agree with scottkelly that rather than using tearing,smashing you simply said..'was the possibility he would let go'..when we say let go in respect to heart,it is such a fragile phrase,so fragile that i can almost hear the quiet weeping of the heart as it was let go of...
I like the phrase, but really, it was fragile
like fresh blown glass still warm from the hearth
not yet hardened by the cool quench of water..i like the originality and the freshness of this metaphor.
How do you always weave magic with your words..:)

[Isolophobe]

Brings tears to my eyes, especially "What I forgot to worry about was the possibility he would let go."

[Crowley]

I feel outnumbered here...there are chants of enough reverberating off the walls, what does that tell you. This was so sad....I could see the reader/writer getting caught up in the description, the highs the lows......the unrealness (whispering slowly and lowly) of it all. this was soooooo good.

[Antonio Valentino]

They never do die do they?

Thank god for that!

They are simply dull reminders
of how we once
loved,
and
were loved.

Jennie, you will always be,
much, much,
more then
enough.

Antonio xx

[Periac]

and perhaps through storytelling healing may be produced.....most definatly the most sorrow driven write i have read from you.....sadness pours even with the illusion of pretty images.....so how does one say good job to ones pain.....

[Ed Hart]

you're enough times three, and heartaches end, but maybe not for poets...now that i'm through arguing with you, let me say how much i appreciate these close looks at your heart, and mind, and in such style