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Turning Away:
A Haiku in Nine Parts |
What do you say, dear?
Will it ever matter, dear?
If you'll still leave, dear?
Will it ever matter, dear?
If you'll still leave, dear?
Once I said to you,
This is the essence of me.
You don't care, you said.
Boy or girl, it's me.
The body is not the truth.
Did it matter, dear?
Now, I end the pain.
Now, I match body and soul.
Does it matter, dear?
I come to you, now changed.
You turn away, it's not you!
But it is! Listen!
Dare to look. Please, please!
It is still me! I love you!
But you don't, you don't...
Brown-haired girl, it's me.
The body is not the truth.
Does it matter, dear?
But you turn away.
You deny our life, our love.
You say it's a lie.
I scream into space.
I die as my heart's ripped out.
I guess it mattered
to you.
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Comments
Oh my....
....how sad and all too real...thank you.
She was born for all the wrong reasons but grew up for all the right ones.
Possa Dio riccamente vi benedica, tutto il mio amore, Andrea
Love, Andrea Lena
That's not too bad. Pretty
That's not too bad. Pretty good poem.
Heather
We are the change that will save the world.
Heather
We are the change that will save the world.
Sad.
ALISON
A lovely,heart rending little poem.So true,so sad.
ALISON
Ouch
I can truly relate to this poem from one poet to another you are amazing. I hope you loose the pain and write more then just this poem.
thank you
Yesterday, early morning, my ex texted that she'd be calling, and when I read the text it brought back a lot of memories. And I wrote this little piece.
She called last night to wish me a happy new year, and we had a very short, polite but very awkward visit. And when I hung up, I cried myself to pieces.
But don't worry about me, Rena. I'm ok. I'm actually feeling better now. Thank you for your concern.
And I'll have some new stuff posted, definitely not as sad as this one. And probably not poems - I am not a good poet. I guess I was just motivated to write just this one: she's into things japanese - anime, manga, etc. Including classical haiku, and tanka (as in The Tale of Genji). Otaku, I think is the word for a fan like her, though I am not sure.
Now I'll try and get some sleep.
Wonder if she'll ever read this.
Wow...
Thank you for pointing this out to me in your blog.
I think I can understand where it came from now. It's lovely and scary and heart wrenching... All at once. I'm afraid I can't say in words what I'm feeling having read this. Maybe later I will be able to. What little eloquence I have seems to dessert [sp?] me when I get close to my emotions. I'd like to think it's from avoiding them for so many years, but perhaps it's just me.
Thank you,
Ann
What a sadly...
poignant poem. You're a poet, though your feet don't show it. They're not Longfellows. ^_^ T.
I am a Proud mostly Native American woman. I am bi-polar. I am married, and mother to three boys. I hope we can be friends.