not so much following the prompt today
unless it counts that it is not so much
a word
that i hate in this poem
but a feeling,
a remembered feeling,
vague and disconcerting,
like a vividly bad dream...
bridget made me think of this,
in a confused and unconnected sort of way.
a post she wrote one day
made me think of the time
i wrote the words
"bred to violence"
in a poem and then those words
stayed in my head
saying themselves out loud
until finally i had to go find the poem
and promise to put it here
so my head would shut up.
so...with an introduction like that....
heh heh...
here it is
(please, keep in mind, it was back in 93)
(and bridget, when i said it goes away eventually, it does...
but this was when i was out the situation but still deep in
confusion)
bred to violence
and anger in my room
bruises spread like a disease
and i cry to you in the dark
just the way you like it
(i've seen you dancing in the garden
with only a night light on)
i know the way you like it.
wearing only anger.
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That is an intense poem. I see why the words resonate with you; very powerful and I thank you for posting this.
ouch. Wonderful poem.
You write so well. I've tried to comment many times in the past day and a bit but that poem is hard for me to read.
I do thank you for saying it gets easier. And I love your poems.
just the way you like it....this phrase haunts me.
thanks for posting it. for being brave. for walking through this life with your truth and your experience so we can all remember we are not alone.
This poem so clearly evokes a feeling in just a few lines. Very well-written, very disturbing.
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