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for the love of all that is holy
by Elizabeth Jill
I see your thoughts sweeping across
this, my solid boundary,
see your eyes flicking like a speed reader,
see your mind filling in the blanks as you
dog-ear your opinions and then you
smear hasty highlights into
the slam-dunk of your narcissism.
I know the conversations you're having;
you said the same things with me
and you will say these same things
with the next and the next and the next
and all these nexts will also know
the conversations you're having
because you said the same junk to them.
Today I pulled my bookmark out from you
and jotted this down with one final breath,
hoping we'll never glance each others way again.
04/19/2012 Posted on 04/19/2012
Copyright © 2025 Elizabeth Jill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 04/19/12 at 03:55 PM It's painful to know someone like this. This is a sad and beautiful poem. |
| Posted by V. Blake on 04/19/12 at 07:11 PM Wow Lizzie. I never click into one of your poems expecting something so dark or brutal. It's interesting to see you step into yet another world (although it would sadden me to hear you wrote this from experience), but it is not at all surprising to see you excel there, too. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/19/12 at 07:17 PM Oh, for the holy of all that is love I will revise my come hither look but refuse to change my fingers of brail reaching for you through the ether of the inet. Do not pull my boook marrrkkkk! |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 04/21/12 at 03:13 PM This expression is wonderfully unique, just as you are wonderfully unique...I love your style of writing and this one packs a powerful punch and makes one stop to ponder....thx, Jill |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 04/30/12 at 06:55 PM Biting and appropriate, you level the field with a fine sweep of the "junk"...sometimes the covers of the book are just too far apart! Delighted.Thank you. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 05/20/12 at 10:39 AM A crisis of theological proportions; I applaud your resolution, and trust its application involves a metaphorical 'final breath'... |
| Posted by Veronica Phoenics on 12/11/13 at 10:14 AM so powerful and full of pitiless candour. I like it. |
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