Tuesday, April 21, 2009

april 09 post-a-poem {8}

when i was 21
i broke the engagement off
i put the ring
in the bottom of the garbage bag
i packed my clothes in.

you stood on the balcony
in your housecoat and bare feet
(we were decorating the christmas tree)
in the snow
calling my name
as the taxi took me

when i turned 21
i broke free.
when i turned 21
i rescued me.

rwp prompt #21


Linda Jacobs said...

I like the strength in this poem! I wanted to cheer at the end!

gautami tripathy said...

I liked the last line..

rites of passage in a sandwiched

daisies said...

wow. powerful and twigged a sharp memory of me.

Anonymous said...

i like this...

you make me want to cheer... :D

Wayne Pitchko said...

hip hip hooray..nicely done.....nice poem too..keep truckin

spread your wings said...

WOW! i love it.

SweetTalkingGuy.. said...

Phew, I wonder how long the heroine had been planning her escape?

I get the feeling it's good to get away!


susan said...

Great images. I'd think the rescue line is the strongest. I'd nix the free. It's implied. Of course, jmo.
Thanks. Glad I came by.

Anonymous said...

That last line was like a kick in the gut.