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Death Is a Work of Art

Three pummels to the chest
abusive words wound the heart
slashes though sutured,  never heal
daggers thrown without a second thought

Arrows fly to their target
three aimed to pierce the heart
a struggle that is far beyond measure
what pain do you feel; what tears you apart

What weapons do you use
when you strike a fragile heart
life lies in danger at the hands of men
three strokes of a brush, death is a work of art
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Sergi Avatar
August 6, 2017 at 8:06 PM
Hi Lin: The number three is just as profound as your emotive words. my compliments, indeed!
Lane Avatar
August 12, 2017 at 2:58 AM
The number represents emphasis, and that IS profound. A humble 'thank you' for reading and also for your compliments, Ralph.
Dietrich Avatar
August 5, 2017 at 7:40 PM
oh my goodness, Lin. This is really deep and emotive. Are you using it for the contest called Artwork?
Lane Avatar
August 5, 2017 at 7:43 PM
No, it's not for a contest, but thanks.
Warrior Avatar
August 5, 2017 at 9:37 AM
Nicely penned my dear lady...be interesting to see your art work on it lol...^WW^
Lane Avatar
August 5, 2017 at 2:20 PM
Thanks very much, WW.
Parker Avatar
August 4, 2017 at 2:40 PM
there are female archers also, dear poet and some of them use poison tipped arrows..loved this poem.
Lane Avatar
August 4, 2017 at 3:36 PM
True, Frederic. This was written without gender bias because you're right...femme fatale. . Thanks!
White Avatar
August 4, 2017 at 1:48 PM
That's a strong piece of poetry, Lin. It's good... Strong and deep emotions.
Lane Avatar
August 4, 2017 at 3:32 PM
Thanks a heap, Darren ;-)
Hopper Avatar
August 4, 2017 at 9:08 AM
Incredible piece!
Lane Avatar
August 4, 2017 at 1:22 PM
Thank you, Anna.
Mcconnell Avatar
August 4, 2017 at 3:09 AM
lovely piece Lin, so well crafted!
Lane Avatar
August 4, 2017 at 9:14 AM
Many thanks, Gordon.
Wolf Avatar
August 4, 2017 at 12:51 AM
Excellent piece, Lin! The trinity is strong in this powerful write! Loved it to death!
Lane Avatar
August 4, 2017 at 9:13 AM
Thanks very much, Rick.
Cozart Avatar
August 3, 2017 at 7:40 PM
Wow! Very compelling write. It hit me like a hammer!
Lane Avatar
August 3, 2017 at 7:46 PM
I almost used 'hammer' but decided to go with a paint brush. There was something a titch too bludgeoning about it. Glad you're bringing one along, Dale. Thanks!
Allison Avatar
August 3, 2017 at 6:33 PM
fabulous play on words in the title Lin - your poem sure is a work of art and I love the pic too:-) hugs Jan xx
Lane Avatar
August 3, 2017 at 7:42 PM
Thank you for the artistic critique, Jan. lol
Smith Avatar
August 3, 2017 at 5:57 PM
This one comes up to the door, forgets to knock, and busts right in. Wow Lin, amazing and a favorite.
Lane Avatar
August 3, 2017 at 6:06 PM
Thank you bunches for the compliments, Tim.
May Avatar
August 3, 2017 at 5:53 PM
Whatever the weapon the result is the same..to quote words from a famous song, death is "just a cold and lonely work of art...
Lane Avatar
August 3, 2017 at 6:04 PM
Nat King Cole in 'Mona Lisa.' What a great comment, Joseph. Thanks so very much.
Sivey Avatar
August 3, 2017 at 5:49 PM
Ah, an artwork, surely it is so! I loved this wondrous write, such a glorious description of the death of a heart! It can be so painfully sad, but it happens to us all at one point or another! What a fantastic piece that you have written, I love it! Great Work!!
Lane Avatar
August 3, 2017 at 6:06 PM
I appreciate you in depth comments, as always, Russell. Thanks!
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