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Wishbone

my exterior is tough

weathered

marked by battle scars

as is the heart which beats within my chest

but my bones

are those of the robin

who arrives to signal spring

hollow

airy

easily crushed under foot

you broke my wish bone

with your dishonesty

and now I cannot fly

what good is a bird

who is grounded

 

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Disremembrance

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The clock marks time

tick

tick

tick

it’s been long enough now

that I almost can’t recall

why I fell in love with you in the first place

Maybe it was your stellar acting skills

A regular Shakespeare of the long distance relationship

prancing on the stage

waiting for my applause from the front row

and you, merely

throwing me crumbs, always giving me excuses

of why you couldn’t give me actual time

More of the

tick

tick

tick

I chastise myself for holding on too long

ignoring what was staring me in the face

anxiety mounting

tearing at my fresh skin, newly healed

Your claws digging deeper

into the fresh carrion which was my

already abused heart

the wounds you left more devastating

because they were poisoned with the lie of love

Crimson Cloak

You were the worst kind of wolf in sheep’s clothing

cleverly concealing your incisors

distracting with gallantry and double speak

drawing me ever closer to the

quilt of lies and chaos under which you laid

“Let me soothe you”

“I am not like all the others”

“Feel safe with me beautiful”

“I love you”

What big lies you have!

lies which swallowed me whole

sucking me into their vortex

spinning me ’round and ’round

threatening to drown me

and silence my inner knowing

Me, ingesting my doubt

instead of spewing it out so I wouldn’t aspirate on it

You, being the wolf you are

saw all the goodies in the basket I carried

and knew all the right words to

make me relinquish them

Whatever was your purpose?

except to stroke your big bad canis lupus ego

Eventually the woodsman will catch up with you

you looter and plunderer

and cast a downfall upon you

the likes of which

not even your pack will be able to rescue you from

I, walk away

to face another day

wrapping my crimson cloak tighter round

vowing

to never be hoodwinked by a wolf again

lrrh

Do The Lessons Outnumber the Goodbyes?

How many goodbyes must there be?
Love always walking away from me
Leaving me standing

Alone
Broken

My heart shattered

Yearning for a man to speak kindnesses
Not lies
How many lessons must there be?

 

 

This was this week’s submission over at WordCloud Wednesdays.  I was unable to come up with anything for the last couple of weeks, but this one seemed to flow easily.  I guess you just never know when it’s going to come, or how.  A couple of days ago, it felt like drudgery to write, but my bad poetry has seem to come easy the last couple of days.

Do you want the truth?

Do you want the truth or something beautiful?  Just close your eyes and make believe. . . .I am happy to deceive. . .I can be who you want me to be, but do you want me?

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