Another joint post! I had a hard time with this one because I felt like adding anything would take away from the beauty of his poem. Well so I guess this is two poems for the price of one! Hope you enjoy!
by Brainsnorts and HastyWords.
Curse the glass
Of the clock, preventing me from turning back time
Of the window, stopping me from tasting nature’s breezes
Of the door, separating me from the wondrous library books
Of the bottle, bringing me the poisons that I drink
Of the broken edges, ripping me open, skin and soul
Of the picture frame, blocking me from reaching your face
Curse the glass, but don’t curse me
Just because I want to break it
Only to make my world better
Not yours. Mine.
Curse the words
In the letter, preventing me from taking back time
In the imagery, stopping me from conveying your beauty
In the creativity, separating me from the love you hold
In the misery, poisoning the writing that I scribble
In the sadness, ripping me open, skin and soul
Of the poem, blocking me from reaching your heart
Curse the words, but don’t curse me
Just because I want to write them
Only to make my world better
Not yours. Mine.
HASTYWORDS 
This is wonderful! Excellent collaboration, I think you were in perfect sync. Thanks for sharing.
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This was just beautiful!!
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Very touching
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Glass words = mirror. And the two sides mirror each other well. I like the construction of this, not to be technical.
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Once again I love how you think!
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I’m glad you do, because I can’t think any other way.
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It has slipped my mind but your artistry with your self-portraits (I believe) are superlative. Quite an eye for photography and the end product.
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How perfectly woven together…. beautiful & touching. Love the picture also! 😀
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I haven’t felt this good since too long. Thanks miss!
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🙂 It was good!
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someone tell me how to reblog this.
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that was easy. thanks.
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😉 maybe we’re not finished yet…
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Reblogged this on brainsnorts inc >.< and commented:
it’s like a duet. i wrote part, she wrote part. wish i had thought of the idea. i saw she’d written a collaborative poem with someone, and my selfishness wanted to horn in on the action.
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I love how it is like a duet! Thank you for letting me join you!
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I like this very much… Rich is modest about his own work… but I can’t tell where one stops and the other continues… they are two chapters to the same idea… and the both work very well…
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His words were beautiful. He began this one and it was a hard act to follow!
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A wonderful collaboration. A brave exercise in writing that can only make you both a stronger poet/poetess.
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