Cupid’s Rosary

CUPID’S ROSARY

I tell the beads
In the silent night

…..Open heart
…..Barbed wire

…..Broken heart
…..Broken glass

…..Bleeding heart
…..Razor blade

And over again
I tell the beads

…..Open heart
…..Barbed wire

…..Broken heart
…..Broken glass

…..Bleeding heart
…..Razor blade

Thumb and finger
Sticky, dripping

…..Open heart
…..Barbed wire

…..Broken heart
…..Broken glass

…..Bleeding heart
…..Razor blade

Seven is my lucky number
But I count only to six

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on May 25, 2012, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.

  1. Wow, Ben, this one is almost too sharp to touch, and one wants to ask – “Is everything alright?” – but doesn’t…
    Wishing you a brilliant weekend… ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. this makes me feel so tinkly, i loved it!! ๐Ÿ˜€

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    • There are those who believe that moving its readers emotionally is the central purpose of poetry. If this is true, it looks as if I have succeeded with this piece then. ๐Ÿ˜€

      Like

  3. Not the first time your lack of a decent knowledge of maths is shown! ๐Ÿ˜€

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  4. I read this six times…wanted to read it seven. Thank you, Ben โ™ก

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