Friday, September 18, 2015

Sunday's Whirligig/The Day of Resentments

The Day of Resentments

the day was overcast       the clouds hung heavy               the streets were crowded

an old woman naked       carrying a guitar             superman and the statue of liberty

resentments tied on strings       followed every step           like rescued puppies

dazzling array                        of grievances                            offered for inspection

no it's not my birthday              still you thought               the day was right

the time had come           the clock struck the hour           you readied your weapons

sparks flew         resentments can rot your heart          choking the life from your body

erode your sanity           you cut me down to size             all that is left are stumps

we were perfectly pared       you opened the gates                   showed me i was wrong
September 18, 2015



3 comments:

  1. A beautiful look at another's effect on us.

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  2. "All that is left are stumps" - the airing of resentments can have such a devastating effect. I like the description of the day, at the beginning, the naked woman with the guitar, the lowering clouds, the superman and statue of liberty. The resentments following like "rescued puppies".

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  3. What we think is perfect often turns out not to be so, as your poem forcefully illustrates.

    Pared

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