CURSE

Cherry

By Bee

Thu, 26 Feb 2015
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19 comments
 

The tears you pricked
as you crippled potential 
at every event planned 
around your uncompromising schedule
are counted.

Those bloody impositions fueled 
eager anticipation at the thought 
of your eventual leaving, 
yet now I find myself inexplicably 
grieving at the final hurdle.

Ever prepared, I spread 
red carpets in your path - recoiling 
as you wrapped me in your cloying scent, 
broke my spirit in your primal grip; 
watched me silent-scream away the agony, 
the days and nights you threw out life 
as if it didn't matter to me.

Tell me how to act, in this, 
the final chapter. I'm floundering,
not knowing if, or when you'll show up
just for old time's sake.

And as much as I have loathed 
the threat of your presence, it seems 
I'm just as lost in your absence,
standing nakedly conspicuous 
yet strangely unidentifiable.

Certificate 15
Poem
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by tibi popovici on

Never can be prepared for losing love, but always welcomed back. Hope I get it right smiley

A bit sad, but great.

Tibi

Submitted by Bee on

We can't be prepared for so many things, you are right about that, tibi. And many relationships are complex, especially love / hate ones. 

Thank you.

Bee

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Bee, this piece describes the mixed-up emotions associated with the end of an old, diseased relationship so well. Is it real, it sounds too real?

 

 

Submitted by Bee on

Hi Jane. 

Yes the end of a relationship that was for the most part, painful. I was having a stab here at writing about the lead up to the menopause but wanted to equally apply to unexpectedly grieving over any (not so great) relationship coming to an end.

Thank you for your great comments.

Bee

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Bee,

I remember my Mum saying: Can't live with him, can't live without him. This sprung to mind as I read your poem.

 Love can be so confusing at times. Your poem is an honest expression of feelings.

Very well written and congrats on the well deserved cherries.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Bee on

Hi Jenny- your mum's saying fits so well. I'm so pleased you found honestly in my poem - i was hoping for that. 

Many thanks.

Bee

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

It flows so well, thoughts and feelings tumbling out, together with a lot of pain.

really well written.

Lindy

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Lindy.

Bee

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks editor, for the cherries. x

Bee

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Oh I get it now! I thought you were writing about a softly abusive, messy, unpredictable but occasionally very generous long-term partner xx

 

Submitted by Bee on

That's ok, Jane - it's how it's written. Your description fits perfectly. 

Thanks for getting back. 

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

I hate to love this, but I do.

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Tina. smiley

Bee

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

You manage to articulate these complex feelings at this time just before transition - and do it so well, brings back that pain in the heart.

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Philip - that's really nice, and very much appreciated. 

Bee

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Bee

How clever you are - writing something that can easily fit both scenarios equally well. I hadn't even thought about menopause, but going back and reading it over, you certainly hit the spot.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Jean, that's good to know,

Bee

Submitted by Basket case on

Bee, really cool to read it, bring me strong feeling, full of pain, love it. Nice done.

 

Basket case

Basket Case

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks BC, appreciated.

Bee