Poem Title: Grenade
I pluck, shuck, and bury
My dreams deep.
Flower grenades
And happenstance,
The only impossibility
Is letting go. I am fragile
Invertebrate, the prize
Within a shell
That has endured
Beyond advantage.
I am a ballet performed
In a sling, silently
Beneath a canopy
Of disintegrated rainbows.
I am independently capsizing,
Undefinable given chase.
mindlovemisery 
You have such a way with words that I can only imagine. Wonderful 🙂
Awww thanks Marc!
lovely poem 🙂
Thanks!
“flower grenades” and “disintegrated rainbows” both grabbed me especially.
Awww thanks glad you liked it!
I always LOVE your writing, you KNOW that!! 🙂
Awww thanks!
Welcome 🙂
The movement and colour are vibrant in your words.
Thank you so much!
That is the problem with shells. We retreat inside them to protect ourselves and too often get trapped inside them. That is a rather lonely and sad ballet.
Sorry I have been silent. Had a friend pass away this week.
Exactly X, I am finding mine particularly inhospitable and equally hard to divest.
I am so sorry to hear that and no apology needed.
I’ve known this place .. being inside that shell, trapped in a ballet performed in a sling – silently … well expressed and makes me shiver.
It is a terrible place to be Georgia but I am glad it is known and not know. I am hoping you are in a much better place now.
I have to admit … me too. I’ve learnt to cope pretty well and look for silver linings.
I am so happy to hear it =)
“Beneath a canopy
Of disintegrated rainbows.
I am independently capsizing,” Lyrical and stunning
Thank you Debi =)
This is very touching, thank you
Thank you so much =)
I like the line “Undefinable given chase”, menacing yet somehow hopeful.
XD Thank you!
A dream… in some we are chased – and we just can’t figure out why.
I always wonder why I dream of people I no longer have or want contact with. And ‘undefinable given chase’ seems to fit as a good definition for that.
Thanks Jules!
This is such a “short and sweet” piece – full of such incredibly powerful metaphors and images that speak to the darkness of dreams stalled, hidden, of lack of self-confidence and the awareness of it – yet the deep driving desire to pursue – and be pursued, haunted by fears and “failures.” Once again Yves – another stunning poem. 🙂
What a gorgeous comment thank you so much!