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.

11 comments:

  1. I like these three nasty little poems. Glad you shared them.

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  2. I needed that. You are almost too good.

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  3. The first poem reminds me of myself.

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  4. "No one asked questions". I didn't.
    I am just glad you shared there 3 lovelies
    Poetry is oh so difficult. You make it seem effortless.

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  5. Brava deleting your adjectives!

    I'm glad that you were emboldened to post your three quick nasties
    good strong work Denise

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  6. I love your courage. It's so good to read your poems.

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  7. I'm here looking at these again and feeling it. Again.

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  8. This 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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