|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/12/09 at 07:07 PM|
That last stanza is perfect, and I think the form you went with for the overall piece only adds to that last stanza being so effective.
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/12/09 at 07:13 PM|
You have teriffic perepective here, and as always you, "call 'em as you see 'em"....thanks.
|Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 03/12/09 at 08:45 PM|
oh, i hate it when that happens! you are so honest here that is hurts. hugs!
|Posted by Razel Davies on 03/13/09 at 10:41 AM|
"yet I'll be glad to see him", yes, it makes perfect sense. Love is often spoken of as an opposite to hate, but in fact it encompasses that emotion as well as all others. Not that you really feel hate in this case, but your hurt and pain come from the strength of your love.
|Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/14/09 at 03:20 PM|
Sounds like he's become accustomed to misdirecting all the things he's mad about onto you. Sometimes people who resort to this are privately ashamed. Sometimes, with authentic discussion they can turn this destructive method of dealing with life around.
I hope it softens your pain to know that this stuff is NOT your fault. And it is likely , in the truth that he does love you, that this is a horrible learning phase he's going through. Still, the cruelty of explosive untrusty personalities stings seemingly endless. Write me.
|Posted by Kristi Paik on 03/17/09 at 03:42 AM|
Joan, it makes absolute sense. I really love this one, I see so much of you in this, I only hope you win in terms of what you really want from him.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/17/09 at 04:46 PM|
This poem adds a whole new meaning to "familarity breeds contempt." Well expressed Joan!
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/17/09 at 04:47 PM|
PS: Adds to favourites.