Ice Splinters

I loved him first when I was seventeen

and knew through all his deeds he loved me too.

A tenderness portrayed that was so rare

like petals touched at dawn by morning dew.

But with the passing of the years came change,

a coldness crept inside his once warm heart,

so all that passion once reserved for me

turned sadly to a poison headed dart,

which frozen by the winter in his soul

and with a tip as sharp as splintered ice,

he aimed and hit my undeserving breast

then walked for ever to his new found spice.

That day he left I learned that all my trust 

was ground into the earth as worthless dust.

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

Very good Chris.
Sad stories of growing up. It is difficult not to grow jaded.

Winston

[Neville]

Like I said before .. I know a couple of good hit men who owe me a favour .. mind you, there's a lot of water under the bridge since then chuck so no rush .. just holla if you wanna think about it .. ☃️

[Chris Shaw]

There is alot of water under this bridge Neville. You can hold on to the hit men. I have forgiven him but I have certainly not forgotten what a selfish cad he was :) You don’t easily forget treachery do ya. Many thanks for digging up the ice splinters. They are long gone.

Chris

[Neville]

I've told em they can stand down, for a while ... maybe :)

[duck]

sounds like you have been through the mill with this very detailed poetry with a very poignant tittle. loved all feelings from the poetry which were delivered raw and kicking such as words like DEW. as for the poison headed dart and aiming it clearly shows splinters in your love and again I can link this in with tittle of poem. ending with a death and it being to late to learn was the icing on the cake in your poetry. in all this was a pleasure to read and to work out. very good write and I thank you for sharing.

[Mitchell J.U.]

I am not one to discover eventual defeat in every victory in life but it is in the truest nature of human experience that the the hot bed becomes warm, then cold. The garden in bloom malts, then dies. But an empty space means there is room to be filled, and spring always comes again. There is adventure in misfortune and victory in our defeats.

[Chris Shaw]

How very well expressed. Empty spaces can be filled and spring comes round once each year. You have an outlook of optimism :) An old poem written from within an abyss.

Chris

[Mitchell J.U.]

optimism, or maybe I have started to truly realize the beauty in suffering. Its the scars on the landscape that give otherwise blank earth the most breathtaking formations of water, plant and stone.

[Mitchell J.U.]

I do not rejoice when someone suffers but I do rejoice that suffering can spur ones creativity and give them power. I am glad you take those moments in the abyss and use them as fuel for your fire.

[Chris Shaw]

I have always believe the best poetry comes out of darkness.

[Mitchell J.U.]

Indeed it does.

[¿]

I've come to read it again since I couldn't review this soulful piece in my previous read....I've to say, I love melancholy when tis expressed in a poetic and significant way....this one reads sad yet coaxing....May you face unlimited happiness in your life and no ice splinter can cause you harm.....Thanks for sharing this dear Chris, Be blessed :)

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Tahsin, thank you for reading this poem again. Sorry not to have responded before Happy New Year dear one. All best wishes.

Chris

[Onlyme]

It's truly sad when young love or and love turns sour and goes downhill. You don't always get over it. How it affects you even after all these years.

[Chris Shaw]

Forgiven Dawn but not forgotten. He did me a great favour without realising it :) Thank you. Hope your Christmas day was lovely.

Chris

[Onlyme]

It was actually nice thanks. And same like wise Chris, Hope you had a great day.

[Chris Shaw]

Yes thanks Dawn. A really nice family day. Pleased it was good for you. You deserve it.

[Onlyme]

That is so nice to hear Chris. And thank you. 😊

[peter Duggan]

Such sadness is in this poem Chris. When love turns to sadness it must turn into something aweful. I have been lucky with love after fifty six years with my dear wife. You wrote your poem so very well, my friend....Peter

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Peter. Fifty six years, then you have been most fortunate with your marriage. I got off to a rocky start, but second time round it worked out much better. Appreciate your visit.

Chris

[john l smith]

A sorry situation that has also made a visitation into our family with the accompanying heartache

[Chris Shaw]

It happens Dave. A fact of life sadly. Causes much upset all round. Thank you.

Chris

[Crowley]

Wow hard hitting, sad and cold. There is one bit I disagree with and that is what you learned of trust, though it may feel like that, the one with trust in their heart is the one that flourishes regardless of what the undeserving did with that trust. Some people are want to trust regardless, and some people don't know the definition of the word. I will be broken many times over because trusting is just in my nature. Its a sign of an evolved emotional consciousness I think. Loved this slice of life no matter how hard.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Crowley, a long time ago. You do of course learn to trust again, though at that time it didn't seem possible. Merry Christmas.

Chris