I walked in
lacking expectation.
But there you were,
finally,
looking in my direction.
I needed to see into
your clouded window,
recognize who sits
on your dusty throne.
When our eyes met,
a liquid dagger
entered seven centers.
You are not
the man I want.
Or need.
You are a prince
of apathy.
You are cold,
distracted,
lost.
And now
I feel cold,
distracted,
lost.
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I like this poem and my favorite sentence is; You are a prince of apathy, leading so well up to the finale.
I feel the disapointment of expectation however low not being fullfilled, leaving one numb. Good one, mona d_ear!
very good description of a cold feeling.
I enjoyed this one!
ed, i actually glanced up at an image i have on my office wall of the seven chakras when i wrote it...it felt right.
a prince of apathy - what a terrific (trope?)
your clouded window,
recognize who sits
on your dusty throne.
When our eyes met,
a liquid dagger
entered seven centers.
You are not
the man I want.
Or need.
You are a prince
of apathy.
You are cold,
distracted,
lost.
Absolute dynamite in those lines. Mona d this is great stuff - surreal and capturing the essense of that moment when you realize a relationship is dead.
Sorry you are currently unhappy, but just think of how much grief you have spared yourself by being able to see through this obviously not very nice person, and nipping it in the bud. Time to pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again.
Being able to understand the 'dusty throne' dweller and moving forward are two different steps to take. The tree/bath are so important to getting to the Action side of this new understanding.
You're in my thoughts. Be gentle with yourself. There's no mistakes, only lessons.
nathan, coming from you, this praise means so much. thank you.
shelly, thank you for the words and encouragement.
jilly, always glad to see you. i tried not to pick the words, just let them fall out. i'm glad you noted the title. yeah, i think it is the truth.
mugg, you're a sweetheart, oh wise one. glad this one didn't scare you!
eb, i'm so glad to see you here. i did listen to liz and feel much more grounded now. still sore, but grounded. i can't tell you how much your words mean to me. thank you, my dear.
I hope you really have found that Closure by this time -- although true healing is gradual, rebuilding the damaged layers one at a time; we grow stronger this way.
name sister - pressure!
jess - flatterer!
loretta, cold chills are good - it means these words are working! and thank you for your kind words.
lisa, i'm glad you commented because you always have good insight. i hadn't thought of the prowling and killing, but i like it!
reader.is.overwhelmed.by.your.disappointment.because
of.the.tremendous.build.up.Excellent
This poem rang true in its lyrical lament that was also a wakeup call to yourself.