Thursday, September 13, 2012
Three Quick and Nasty Little Poems
BULL'S-EYE
I'm not ready yet,
And the moment
I am,
I won't want it.
The pleasure hides
In the anxiety. While I
Imagine
Their teeth
Sinking into me.
It's doubtful
I'll be spared. Very.
Not with this bull's-eye on my forehead,
The mark I painted.
BURN
Books by covers,
Poems by length, and
People by height.
None of it was fair,
So I kept it secret.
I deleted my adjectives, but
Not without fear.
Nothing is really over now.
Only words on paper burn.
SURVIVAL
Two of three vases
Held stems without heads.
Dirty dry water lines
Admitted neglect.
The third displayed three full blooms.
No one asked questions.
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I can relate!
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cortnie
As do I.
ReplyDeleteI like these three nasty little poems. Glad you shared them.
ReplyDeleteI needed that. You are almost too good.
ReplyDeleteThe first poem reminds me of myself.
ReplyDelete"No one asked questions". I didn't.
ReplyDeleteI am just glad you shared there 3 lovelies
Poetry is oh so difficult. You make it seem effortless.
Brava deleting your adjectives!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that you were emboldened to post your three quick nasties
good strong work Denise
I love your courage. It's so good to read your poems.
ReplyDeleteI'm here looking at these again and feeling it. Again.
ReplyDeleteThis is the third time I have read all three quick, nasty little poems (possibly the best title for a post I have ever encountered). Deleted adjectives, no questions, not wanting - yes.
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