Show Don't Tell

by Rachelle Howe

I heard you the loudest
through shrill screams and
sadistic sarcasm
through colorful conundrums
through quandaries and qualifying
excuses and exaggerations
and blame blazing
through formidable invisible walls.

We lived like it was all real.
Like we knew the truth:

you were
the problem and
I was someone else's solution.
like your triple crown race of
raggedly panting under someone else
was par for the course.

You said
the first time was a mistake
the second time was to test the theory
the third time you were too drunk to remember and

We lived like it was all real.

like the loud, shrill, sadistic sarcasm
and colorful conundrums and qualifying excuses
were the best of it;
like our truth was unequivocally, no question about it,
no way no how, moral of the story, total and complete Bible gospel:
lived blame like it was a show-don't-tell version of
I love you.


Posted on 08/08/2012
Copyright © 2021 Rachelle Howe

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/13/12 at 09:54 PM

"Blame blazing" has got to be the finest imagery I've come across in a LONG while, one of those I wish I'd penned myself!

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/16/12 at 09:24 PM

God, is this good.

Posted by Bethany Lee on 11/20/12 at 06:12 PM

alliteration curls my toes and this was a fab example. Loved this!

Posted by David Maurice on 11/24/12 at 07:26 AM

stripped; jagged.

Posted by Kris Mara on 04/01/15 at 05:58 PM

squeezing the meaning out of each and every word on the page, this is harsh powerful truth and it's just amazing all the way through (through the words and sounds into my ears and soul...fantastic...)

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