A heart that knows the heat of a volcanic eruption
Must also realize what molten lava leaves behind
A hardened glass; glossy, sharp and jagged rough
Deeper shade of onyx would be impossible to find
Broken shards of a soul with an obsidian reality
Forged in the shadow of fires scalding perfection
This gem of human condition grows solid as it cools
It’s lustrous broken surface shines in black reflection
JMC813 
Lovely
Thank you Caitlin
Welcome JMC
Thanks for the follow as well. Drop in anytime.
John (JMC)
Dang with an mn! This is awesome! Powerful, creative, vivid, accurate! Love it. Btw I spoke with my sister today and she just went on and on about how much she loved our duet! She’s a avid reader and she said she could picture the entire scene throughout- it’s one of her very favorites. Was some fun feedback I thought I’d pass along.
Thanks. That is so absolutely cool to hear. I am proud of that piece and US for bringing it to life. Thanks for passing that along E. It makes me feel good. Also thanks for the high compliment on my latest. I love the word Obsidian I had to do something with that word in the concept.
I love it too- read it earlier in Desiree’s poem and was delighted to see it again here! Perfectly utilized!
Perfect metaphors for the making and mending of a broken heart.
Thank you Karin. Glad you like it.
John — WOW!! It really did hit you last night. What is really amazing is how cold and dark the conclusion when I know how “light” you were last night! I love this piece — especially in recognizing how easily love can be destroyed by lust. Awesome, friend!!
Thanks D. Yeah luckily I can separate the dark from the light most days, and don’t necessarily need to be in a somber mood to draw rain from a dark cloud. I was happy with how this piece unfolded. I tend to find a stronger emotional bond to heavier subjects for some reason. Not to say My light or romantic pieces don’t hold strong emotions within me, but my darker brooding side tends to run deeper to my core I guess you could say.
I know that feeling … the darker side is calling me into its arms today.
sometimes it is good to feel it’s embrace as long as you aren’t overwhelmed by it’s icy grasp. Always have an escape plan. lol
I do love the power and strength in your words, and this piece’s harsh truth. I take it as a betrayal has happened, love lost, anger and distrust gained. It is a beautiful way to express such a bitter emotion. Very Very Good Poem, John 🙂
Thank you Morgan. I am glad you liked it. It started as an urge to write about s favorite word of mine, and became a bit darker and with deeper meaning than I had intended. I always like it when something takes on a life of it’s own as I write it. I wish it happened more often.
I do know what you mean. sometimes I start with a word and before I know it Im reading the poem and wondering what it came from 🙂