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Poetic Justice & Pear-shaped Diamonds
by Mainon A SchwartzPoetic justice is staying up all night
in an illicit-passion-frenzy (with someone
who belongs elsewhere) and then sacrificing sleep
to comfort someone in the opposite situation
(Stick with me, try to follow)
Poetic justice is dodging tornadoes of emotions
(they're like mythical creatures, who
if you stare right at them and say you don't believe,
just might vanish) and finding yourself sitting curled
in the concrete hallway of a institutional basement, while sirens
blare warnings of "real" tornadoes.
(Am I taking too much license?)
Poetic justice is longing for the diamond
'round someone else's neck (it'll never be yours),
and finding later that the solitaire in the window,
the one that's for sale but is pear-shaped
instead of emerald-cut, was crying over you.
(O but I never cry, remember?)
11/04/2003 Author's Note: A journal entry that I finally decided had always intended itself to be a poem.
Posted on 11/05/2003
Copyright © 2024 Mainon A Schwartz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 11/05/03 at 04:35 AM While any stanza could stand alone and be very good, together the three truly speak to me. Excellent read. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 11/05/03 at 03:05 PM the first and third are much stronger than the second, though the lines, "
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Poetic Justice & Pear-shaped Diamonds
by Mainon A Schwartz
Poetic justice is staying up all night
in an illicit-passion-frenzy (with someone
who belongs elsewhere) and then sacrificing sleep
to comfort someone in the opposite situation
(Stick with me, try to follow)
Poetic justice is dodging tornadoes of emotions
(they're like mythical creatures, who
if you stare right at them and say you don't believe,
just might vanish)" rocked my cabash. :) i love how journal entries do these things to us. man. all the time. well done. *Salute.* |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 11/05/03 at 03:07 PM ROFLMAO. i have *NO* idea how in the heck that happened. okay. "they're like mythical creatures, who
if you stare right at them and say you don't believe,
just might vanish" were the lines i was trying to quote. o.O how weird. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/07/03 at 07:31 PM That first stanza is pure genius. The flow, pitch, and content are exquisite! Great verse! |
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