Definitely a bit cliché, but I always want to contribute at least something whenever a writing prompt comes along. Especially so as I hadn't done any poetry for a while. I've been concentrating more on lyrics. First draft business too: He seldom sat this way.
His jaw clenched tight
A twist in his gut
He looked away, fenced
In by rushing thoughts He settled and met her gaze
She blinks, pupils dilated
So long had he awaited another glimpse
He bites his lip with baited breath
His broken heart rolled three blank dice The first rolls with a thirst of a soul enticed
One that has to think twice
Each side strung along
by various lies The second beckoned questions
As it slowed
The tension grew
What could he ask out of the blue? The third remained clouded.
Strained as he waited for an answer.
And as nothing came
He knew he was free again.
I think it's cool that you went with the "fortune-telling" aspect of rolling dice. It makes me think of tarot cards--isn't there dice involved in a reading?
Your lines are inspiring me, rezzeJ and thenewgreen tng - could be a song rezzeJ - I love the idea of the three blank dice having desires, but blanked by lies, tension, and cloudiness... I'll have something by midnight. _refugee_ is not experiencing a broken heart right now... humanodon might be... or might be between broken hearts flagamuffin - who knows? galen probably... and all our hearts are broken by 8bit's temporary absence...
You've broken my heart into three little pieces:
One for you
One for me
One for us. I know I can't blame you but
Who else is there for it?
It is you who has crushed me
To dust And I want to request of you, immediately
Please reprise
your philosophies
Of love 'Cuz it seems to me lately
You've a mutable temper
And it's kinda hard
For me to trust