Thin Lines

Thin Lines

A Poem by Glenn Davis

Love and hate. There is a line between the two, as thin as piano wire, pulled tight so it cuts my feet as I walk it. No control as to which side I bleed on. No telling when I lose my balance, on which side will be my demise. I find it hard to believe there will ever be two antonyms so intertwined as these. Both of them, such self destructive feelings we cling to. A heavy and sharp double edged sword that we, in our infancy, yield so clumsily. Wounding others. Wounding ourselves. 
Love. I had no idea what you were 'til you were gone. As I look back I only knew you in false pretenses. Between the things I believed and moments I thought were real. Now gone I cling to you, even in the realization of all that was false. How can joyous memories be so painful? How can the things I smiled upon cause pools of hot saline emotion, that soak into my shirt? They too become cold after a while. As cold as the memories of warm embraces. As cold as the memories of wet sheets and who is sleeping where. All just memories. Like the tree we planted in this orchard. I will never enjoy as many days in it's shade as she. It's branches will never be long enough to span a broken home. Not one with pieces scattered this far. But it's roots shall be strong and though the seasons of life sometimes strip it's leaves, spring is always around the corner. 
Hate. You are just love with aggression. Powerful is your hold. So much easier to turn to than your sister and far harder to forget. At times you disguise yourself and lay waste in her name. But to those who know you well, your mask fools them not. I see right through you, though I indulge in you nonetheless. Share you with the world, and many times keep you selfishly locked inside my mind. At times when I am with your sister I am too eager to call your name. When she is by my side too often are you in my head. I find myself wondering, as if it matters, which of you twins were born first? Thin lines my friend. Thin lines.

© 2010 Glenn Davis


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This is a really good poem I love it; however, I am not so crazy about the format of it. This is such a strong and powerful poem full of emotion but the format takes away from it severly! If I would off advice it would be to change the format! great poem form the worded stand point

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This is a really good poem I love it; however, I am not so crazy about the format of it. This is such a strong and powerful poem full of emotion but the format takes away from it severly! If I would off advice it would be to change the format! great poem form the worded stand point

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love this.
I especially like how you describe things such as crying-
"How can the things I smiled upon cause pools of hot saline emotion, that soak into my shirt?"
Terrific job.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Glenn Davis
Glenn Davis

Columbia, MS



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My name is Glenn Davis Jr. I am not clever enough to come up with a pen name I suppose...... Oh well. I was born and raised in South Louisiana, about an hour below New Orleans, pretty much in the midd.. more..

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