As a result of working on this piece of poetry with my student, I got to wondering if I could actually write something like it. Perhaps you'd like to see the result but please do not copy it as a friend of mine has told me it's good enough for the New Yorker magazine and is checking to see how to get it published. For those who know me or my past, you might recognize the theme. Hah! It's called "you". Let me know what you think.
user, abuser,
con man and fraud,
charmer, disarmer,
cat not declawed.
beer bottles in cases,
white wine and red,
and vodka in places
where you could be fed.
words from your lips
or silence instead
or traces of spirits
say thunder will spread.
like lightning words fall
without any thought and
come to appall
and show me your hand.
but I never fear
and I do not pause
there may be a tear
but out come my claws.
now you have dared
to treat me wrong
you showed that you cared
naught for a song.
now you have left
and I in relief
am slightly bereft
but get on with the grief.
Two years later
I find myself glad
I am not a hater
Just still a bit sad.
I could point a finger
and say it was you
but I made a mistake
by believing in you.
red flags ignored
all was a sham
there’s the door
don’t let it slam.
too late for I’m sorry
I might have said fine
but never again
will I call you mine.
I now make my life
into what it should be
without any strife
I can be me.
I’ve turned a page
am happy to say
I’m not in your cage
And I won’t play.
now you have to pay
for your lying and cheating
and boozing, abusing.
Yes, you have to pay.
14 comments:
I have no poetry skillz, as they write these days.
Good luck to your student.
Wow, that's an amazing poem Leslie.
Having gone through that part of your life with you through the blog, I can see your healed heart and new lease on life.
Bravo!!
Quality poem ~ very creative and expressive ~ good luck with the publishing ~ there is a place for it to be published ~ worth it ~ thanks,
Happy Week to you ~ ^_^
Got no poetry either.
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Yes I recognize the pain that you have experienced, the poem is really wonderful.
Ann
Powerful. Glad you are way on this side of it now.
there's always a price to pay
I do poems sometimes but without the rhyme.
Poems... I can't see the difference between one from a person who is known for it or who is not... its all a matter of the heart to me...
the words touch you ore they don't
You'rs is touching, I love it.
No words minced there leslie,
Just right between the eyes
shot straight from the hip
to reveal all the lies.
No way do I speak in clichés.....
I am really so sorry you had such a bad time,
what a rat, and such a heartache to endure after
being so trusting and loving.
I do like your prose (btw)
love Di xx
Very good Leslie, love that punchy rhythm.
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