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Ruined

03 Jan

 

You have ruined

my box of words.

None of them

are good enough.

None of them

are adequate.

None of them

can do you justice.

 

My nouns

are neutered,

my adjectives

are absent,

my verbs

are without value.

 

I have run out

of metaphors

similes

and superlatives.

 

You have ruined

my box of words.

How can I

describe you now?

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Steve Hanks

 
9 Comments

Posted by on January 3, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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9 responses to “Ruined

  1. missameliaandsir

    January 3, 2018 at 5:04 pm

    WOW!! Took my breath away! Perfection!!

    Like

     
  2. Sweetly Surrendering

    January 3, 2018 at 5:05 pm

    A writer’s worst or best nightmare

    Liked by 1 person

     
  3. Just_Libby

    January 3, 2018 at 5:39 pm

    I really like this… very true, some people bring about word droughts but cause floodings in other areas…😊

    Liked by 1 person

     
  4. House of Heart

    January 3, 2018 at 8:48 pm

    Please don’t ever run out of words Mr. D.

    Liked by 1 person

     
  5. Suzi Reynolds

    January 6, 2018 at 3:50 pm

    A mystery intrique to keep it interesting to prolong the interaction as long as possible then reveal the Beautiful mystery in climatic continuation that last indefinitely

    Liked by 1 person

     

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