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Grinning, she cracks my chest open,sharp claws aiming to ripanything she thinks won’t move.My heart (feels exposed) dances fastand kicks, kicks, kicks...cracking claws and ripping grins.
detail from “Rouge”, by MagicLoveCrow
for Poets and Storytellers United
(Writers’ Pantry #3: Be Warm)
The cherita form is so cool and you have made it your own. I love the energy of this depiction, 'ripping grins'.
Thank you, Kerry. I do enjoy the form.
I'm betting your brave, strong, posaitive heart will always win!
One can hope!
(Darn, I hate when I see the typo after I've pressed!)
You and me both!
I love the way the heart fights back, ‘cracking claws and ripping grins’, and the sounds that phrase conveys, Magaly, so physical and raw.
Thank you, Kim. I did have fun with the sounds!
Such a vivid and entrancing poem (wonderful!)
Thank you, Jae.
This cherita is a wild one, kicks and claws, wow!Happy Sunday MagalyMuch❤love
Thank you, Gillena.
Oooh I so love the cherita form 💝 the repetition adds to the power of resistance and to the glorious kick!🔥🔥
I love the sound of a "glorious kick". 😁
I love a good cherita, too. ;) 🖤
I bet the cherita loves you back.
Thinking of the heart as a fierce fighter is a almost like surprising oxymoron, so it stretched my mind some, which is always a delight for me.
Yay! for delight.
You perfectly describe how it feels to fight back against someone who delights in hurting you with words.
I hope the feeling is rage-kissed release.
I imagine this is what open-heart surgery must feel like (at some level, anyway).
Oh, wow... I think you're right.
No assailant could be any match for your heart. Wonderful image!
Or yours. 😉
You have made the cherita your own. One day maybe my heart will begin ripping back, but not for now. I hope your hopeful heart always wins.
I think that the only way to always win is to embrace the lessons left behind by the clawing and ripping... even when we lose.
Here's to the heart and may it dance! Is this tearing of the heart to expose the heart to the world or to end its dance so that it cannot share to other hearts? I haven't decided and it could go either way. Thank you, Magaly, your words always make me think of the possibilities!
I am glad that your thoughts are in-between. An open mind drunk of possibilities is a wonder thing to have, Joel.
Geesh! I will look at my next lobster with a new attitude... :)
Ha! ZQ, you are a riot.
A nice blend of grinning and ripping ends in a gripping cherita!
Thank you, Bev.
Kicking, grinning and clawing...love it! You rocked the form.
Thank you, Susie.
Most men reading your poetry would quiver with fear should they ever meet the speaker in real life. Curiously growing uo in WW2 there were few men left at home and so women were empowered as never before, I was lucky to experience this as a boy and am truly greatful.
A brave one will never hold back!
Thank you, Vandana.
exciting cutting write up and poetic style -enjoyed the poem thanks for sharing
Thank you for reading, Anjum.
The heart is more than a shiny bauble!
So much more.
You have picked the perfect form for this powerful (and I think for many) - very relatable piece. You have a true gift, Magaly, of metamorphosizing emotion to words with compelling, impactful clarity.
Thank you so much, Wendy. Like I've said before, I truly love the form. So, your words mean a lot.
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