Victoria Anderson-Throop Poet Rhyme

Banging

He's love’s anvil
Banging beauty with propellant power
Bends no ear for mercy--
Body batters tempo hour after hour.

He's love’s anvil
Dashing dreams into the dust
       winds whirl them high
           as clouds roll by

Never pausing ---
    rhythm raging rhythm
               hour after hour
    like the cadence of the sea
               drowning men are history

Hammer pulverizing--
 Ferocity in nature can't be taught
          like a crazy tiger
             that can't be caught

He's love’s anvil
Seeming harmless with no outward hazard sign--

Beckons with a cold-beat
Fear and joy now intertwined.


Throbbing is love’s anvil

Elemental altar of no second chance

Sparks are remnants soul-burned--
                     
                   whirligig of ashes spinning
              
                              in the dangerous splendid dance.

He's love's anvil.
Button up your lip.
This is not a story of romance.





V, Anderson-Throop©2015

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Poet Destroyer A March 12, 2016 at 10:22 AM Victoria, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing, hope to see a new one from you again. LOVE LINDA

Julia Ward March 30, 2015 at 6:29 AM You caught me up in the thrill! Best wishes, Julia, :)

Kevin Leake March 30, 2015 at 5:46 AM Really love that title and a great read Victoria, Best Wishes Kevin Victoria Anderson-Throop March 30, 2015 at 7:43 AM i hesitated over the title...thanks for letting me know it worked for you! Victoria