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:
A beautiful look at another's effect on us.
"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".
What we think is perfect often turns out not to be so, as your poem forcefully illustrates.
Pared
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