We’re finding Bits of Inspiration from Amber Rose Tamblyn in the Garden today
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your battery acid words fly through
the air burning everyone they touch
like sparks from a forest fire
they land on my unprotected heart
leaving singed holes where
my feelings used to be
I build up walls of insulating
smiles to protect the fragile
core of my soul and wait
until you have burned
yourself to ashes
then I stitch bright patches
of summer sun and bluest sky
to heal the scorched places
and I move on
rhymeswithbug 
Oh my — reading this is feeling myself re-write bit and pieces of what I journaled just a few hours earlier today…under the same vast sky and bright sun. I too was searching for unexpected descriptions, and also titled my poem after the heart. I am glad that you stitched the patches — thanks for sharing. 😉
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I LOVE this! Love, especially, the healing of the scorched places with sun and blue sky. That is how I have healed a lot of things, too. Smiles.
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Thanks so much!
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“battery acid words” … That is powerful. I’ve had a few of those flung at me. It took a lot of patching. Great take on the prompt! Thanks so much for taking part!!
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The singed holes…. The battery acid, how clever (not the least if one thinks of battery in the legal sense)…
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the impact of violence and sense of being cowed shows in the patchworks
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Very clever! I recall love affairs that stung like that.
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Your use of metaphor is very well-sustained throughout. I could feel the burn.
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the scorch-iest
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YES! This is fantastic:
“battery acid words”
So descriptive.
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