icicle-heart


in his wake, those commitment’s faked
as rhinestone diamonds fade
to treasured tears and memories
promises as true as ice are melting nice
for another lady’s burning eyes

when his heart of icicles says “yes”
for yet another conquest done
striations on his scorecard carved
and blood-trails of divorce his quest

he sighs, knowing very well
that his destiny’s an unmarked grave
with anonymous chrysanthemums
his legacy: a faithless man

In Bed The Kiss by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

In Bed The Kiss by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec


Linked to Real Toads where Marion wants us to poetry inspired by Tara Nevins of Donna the Buffalo and the song “I see how you are”, I tried to capture that unfaithful man, going from conquest to conquest.

October 10, 2014

20 responses to “icicle-heart

  1. the opening stanza is stunning…live the rhinestone diamond tears image. I shouldn’t feel sad for him there at the end…he made his own bed (sorry wrote that before I heard it and now can’t help myself but leave the poor pun)…

  2. Just a detail i’d change in second stanza, second line to “yet another conquest done” – keep “faithless” in final line of his sad legacy. Definitely an icicle-heart!

  3. When will those bad boys ever learn … that’s the point, isn’t it? They won’t or can’t. The fate of “anonymous chrysanthemums.” Nice.

  4. not sure why this simple line really strikes me, but it does:
    “promises as true as ice are melting nice”
    true as ice? interesting.

  5. Interesting how many of us interpreted the lyrics as describing a cheating man… she never actually says (even indirectly) that’s the specific problem. I took it differently, as describing a person with potential to do anything but never gets started.

  6. I specially admire the second stanza, Bjorn:

    when his heart of icicles says “yes”
    for yet another conquest done
    striations on his scorecard carved
    and blood-trails of divorce his quest

    I don’t think the faithless man will even get anything on his grave ~

    Grace

  7. “promises as true as ice are melting nice” – wonderfully droll, Seussian wordsmithing here. So appropriate: serial cheaters are really rascally children in grown bodies.

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