Grinning, she cracks my chest open,
sharp claws aiming to rip
anything she thinks won’t move.
My heart (feels exposed) dances fast
and kicks, kicks, kicks...
cracking claws and ripping grins.
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'.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kerry. I do enjoy the form.
DeleteI'm betting your brave, strong, posaitive heart will always win!
ReplyDeleteOne can hope!
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ReplyDeleteYou and me both!
DeleteI love the way the heart fights back, ‘cracking claws and ripping grins’, and the sounds that phrase conveys, Magaly, so physical and raw.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kim. I did have fun with the sounds!
DeleteSuch a vivid and entrancing poem (wonderful!)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jae.
DeleteThis cherita is a wild one, kicks and claws, wow!
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday Magaly
Much❤love
Thank you, Gillena.
DeleteOooh I so love the cherita form 💝 the repetition adds to the power of resistance and to the glorious kick!🔥🔥
ReplyDeleteI love the sound of a "glorious kick". 😁
DeleteI love a good cherita, too. ;) 🖤
ReplyDeleteI bet the cherita loves you back.
DeleteThinking 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.
ReplyDeleteYay! for delight.
DeleteYou perfectly describe how it feels to fight back against someone who delights in hurting you with words.
ReplyDeleteI hope the feeling is rage-kissed release.
DeleteI imagine this is what open-heart surgery must feel like (at some level, anyway).
ReplyDeleteOh, wow... I think you're right.
DeleteNo assailant could be any match for your heart. Wonderful image!
ReplyDeleteOr yours. 😉
DeleteYou 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.
ReplyDeleteI think that the only way to always win is to embrace the lessons left behind by the clawing and ripping... even when we lose.
DeleteHere'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!
ReplyDeleteI am glad that your thoughts are in-between. An open mind drunk of possibilities is a wonder thing to have, Joel.
DeleteGeesh! I will look at my next lobster with a new attitude... :)
ReplyDeleteHa! ZQ, you are a riot.
DeleteA nice blend of grinning and ripping ends in a gripping cherita!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Bev.
DeleteKicking, grinning and clawing...love it! You rocked the form.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susie.
DeleteMost 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.
ReplyDeleteInteresting thought...
DeleteA brave one will never hold back!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Vandana.
Deleteexciting cutting write up and poetic style -enjoyed the poem thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading, Anjum.
DeleteThe heart is more than a shiny bauble!
ReplyDeleteSo much more.
DeleteYou 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.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Wendy. Like I've said before, I truly love the form. So, your words mean a lot.
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