Silver Plattered Heart
by Reba (Member) - published: May 17, 2004
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Category - Poetry
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Here I sit, amidst the carnage of my bruised and tattered soul.

I suppose you would say that it's my own fault.
Passing around my silver plattered heart,
for you to take your fill and leave me with an
empty, finger-print smeared shell.
Well, let me tell you this; I did not ask for this
hole in my chest, of that I am certain.
I asked for love and a warm embrace.
I showed you what I had to offer,
and you took it.
You took it and trampled it, spat on it, twisted and bloodied it,
then threw it to the floor.
And if that wasn't bad enough, you kicked me while I was down.
Then you left me exposed, broken and obscene.

So here I sit, amongst the remainders of what was once me.
And I see you left my heart,(still on that silver platter)
on the table, near the door.

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The following comments are for "Silver Plattered Heart"
by Reba

Deep..
Wow I felt a lot of anger in this poem
Reba. This person was really hurt,
I liked it...

Best wishes....Mouse..

( Posted by: Raejon [Member] On: May 17, 2004 )

from one canapé to another
Perhaps folks like us should just sign ourselves, "canapé": for we are givers-of-self, made for takers-of-others: Sweet meat!

I hope the source jar is big, for we empty out ourselves to the hungry dogs in the pack until we are all gone. Some times... to just one lone wolf.

( Posted by: MaxiiJ [Member] On: May 17, 2004 )

torn down palaces
Ah, with spring giving way into summer there are many lovers who are feeling this sort of burn. You described it well although I would be excited to see you use the same originality and clarity with the whole poem as you did with the last three lines. I adored those in particular. =D

( Posted by: Darkshine Raven [Member] On: May 17, 2004 )

silver platter
thank you all for your comments...
Mouse, yes I was hurt once, but never again :)
writing is a wonderful way to extinguish pain...and I have come a long way since this time in my life, and have made a lot of changes within and without...:)
thanks all for reading
Reba

( Posted by: Reba [Member] On: May 21, 2004 )

jilted or ...
I suppose you would say that it's my own fault.
Passing around my silver plattered heart,...
this line in your poem struck a chord..it happens.

( Posted by: ammaji [Member] On: May 21, 2004 )

OUCH!
All I can say is OUCH!!! You left a lump in my throat.

( Posted by: Serendipity [Member] On: October 15, 2004 )

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