The choices that I cannot make between what’s right for me
or what’s right.
Are there answers on the wall?
Painted clear with brazen clarity,
In letters scribbled yes or no,
are like pieces chipped away
from my concrete heart.
Super-glue and copper-wire
tells me yes and yes again
I have decided – but it’s too late.
The staircase leading to your heart is locked and barred
– from deep within
I hear a drunken laughter.
Choices made by my inabilities.
excluded me, left me here and cut my heart in half.
I’m discarded on the doorstep to your heart.
Copyright Sean Fallon
Once more Friday Fictioneers and here is a little poem of exactly 100 characters hopefully telling a story.
Friday Fictioneers is a wonderful group of people writing stories to the same picture each week. Please go and visit Rochelle‘s page for more info.
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November 20
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Good poem Bjorn. >KB
Thank you 🙂
I like that last line, although I realize that the doorway to my heart could use a good cleaning. 🙂 This line confused me a bit–perhaps a comma or two, possibly between “scribbled” and “yes”? “In letters scribbled yes or no are like pieces chipped away”. Or am I misreading this?
janet
I think you’re right 😉 poetry sometimes make me sloppy
Love this
Nice last line.
Escribes muy bien y sabes llegar con tus palabras.
un abrazo
fus
Great use of phrasing here, Björn.
This is very clever and a wonderful way to use the prompt!!!
discarded on the doorstep to your heart – wow! great line, and great poem
Beautiful l take on the prompt Bjorn!
awesome love song…or in this case, poem…one and the same.
loved this Björn, beautiful though it broke my heart. 🙂
Wonderful words!
Being shut out from affection is bad enough but:
“- from deep within
I hear a drunken laughter.”
these lines really push the isolation hard. Well done, Sir.
Very poetic piece – inspired by the pieces of the mannequin. Well done.
A poem that swirled for me, and I like how you included the various parts of the photo: graffiti, separate pieces, and the doorstep. I can imagine the last line of your poem becoming a song’s title and repeated in the lyrics. Maybe sung by Nick Cave?
I like the creative direction you took with this prompt, Björn. The last line, breaks my heart.
This is an imaginative take on the prompt, Bjorn. I loved the lines ‘what’s right for me and what’s right’ and ‘Choices made by my inability’ – tells us so much about this situation.
Choices made by my inabilities; yes so many of us suffer that.
That’s some seriously inspired writing. Wish I could give that more than a mere, “Like.”
Great finish to that. Well done.
Dear Björn,
Lovely poem, great last line and nice use of the prompt.
Shalom,
Rochelle
What they said 😉
Seriously, this is a piece I’ve read twice now, Bjorn, because I enjoyed it so much. 😉
A beautiful take and lovely versification as always. 🙂
Bjorn, so cutting and sad. I love your last line, especially. This is superb.
“The choices that I cannot make between what’s right for me
or what’s right.” How many times are we faced with this dilemma? Fine poem, Bjorn.
A very refreshing and wonderful take on the prompt. Amazing.
HI Bjorn,
Very poetic rendering (literally) of a heart broken by unrequited love. From the photo, it looks like it was a hideous break-up. Ron
WOW! “Super glue and copper wire tells me yes.” That’s a perfect description of our pitiful attempts to rationalize our pushing to make things work that shouldn’t be working. And those last three lines are so packed they force you to read again and again. Really good work, Bjorn.
Thanks for your visits… I’m a tad behind – busy family.
I saw your icon on another site so choose to stop by…
I like this. You took this in a different direction. Sometimes with choices we move too slow …and lose too much.
A busy I can understand… Will check back later on all great stories…
Tortured and excellent.