by
Faith H.
Member since:
November 17, 2005
October 04, 2009 07:31 PM EDT
(Updated: October 25, 2009 09:00 PM EDT)
Your husband loves me,
or rather the idea of loving me.
He loves you, really, but
bats with me like a cat toy.
The freedom to imagine
created those fanciful dreams.
Trust me, he's like all men,
that free fall fantasy is fun.
I'm the one he'd rather not
have, the danger inherent.
You've the best part, the real
life, I've got the lies.
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Comments: 19
turned true tried cried words
this one tells it like it is
in crisp words
Featured in Poet's Weekly Muse...if you posted it there. I'll go check.
Wise words from a person who has learned from the unwise. Need is a big cut in this pie you describe. Pie that seems good at the time but doesn't forewarn of the bad taste that can remain for a long time.
Great post.
Drew a crisp, clear, description of your feelings.(Granny Shanny's favorite phrase)
Reality is the dirty socks on the floor.
Like Ina said... OUCH.
I enjoyed the alliterative satisfaction provided by "free fall fantasy is fun".
I was quite drawn by the image you conjured with"bats with me like a cat toy". That is brilliant!
Your poem is a pain-filled confession, opening a wound for the world to see. It is an admission of sadness about an unenviable situation. It is also an open letter to the third person in the triangle... tinged with all kinds of emotion--- ending with a reassurance of the wife's enduring position in that triangle.
Great work, Faith!
The situation is hard to bear.
It's a great poem.
This poem has bite, my friend.
I have really missed you and your almost prestine work. This piece is just another example of how skillfully you use words, tempo and imagery to say so many things in such few words.
So many words you provoke....
Truce
Regret
Longing
Lust
Acceptance.......and on and on!
Nice work! Come see me, darlin'! Missed you lately!
Stuff happens and you've recorded it here faithfully and well, Ms. Faith.
I came back to say this would make a great song.