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Ruined

05 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

Not new, but probably relevant.

Art by Steve Hanks

 
8 Comments

Posted by on January 5, 2020 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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8 responses to “Ruined

  1. Allison Marie Conway

    January 5, 2020 at 2:37 pm

    Oh, no. My heart hurts a little for both the lover and the poet. Beautiful and devastating.

    Liked by 2 people

     
  2. thereluctantpoet

    January 7, 2020 at 12:45 am

    Loved this! So beautifully penned! It’s hard to explain the Unexplainable!! Bravo!

    Liked by 1 person

     
  3. thereluctantpoet

    January 7, 2020 at 1:12 am

    Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.

    Liked by 1 person

     
  4. eragoddesoflove

    August 14, 2020 at 3:54 pm

    Feel

    Liked by 1 person

     

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