Napowrimo poem Day 5
Prompt: A personal poem
Why did you think
that I would suffer
your humiliating treatment?
When I was starving
you boasted how you gave
food to complete strangers
I would not beg
When I was homeless
you displayed your wealth
and comfortable abodes
All doors shut to me
Did you think I was
a reed warbler
standing by watching
her chicks and nest
being destroyed by the cuckoo
without a fight?
Did you not know a strain of the Medea
survived and is alive in me?
Creon said Medea was
a clever woman versed in the evil arts
He was not wrong
We can write ourselves whoever we want to be and custom build ourselves to hit any target,but as long as we know who we really are, we either accept it or ignore it, for better or worse.
ReplyDeleteOh my, dark images here fill my mind and heart -- very intense...
ReplyDelete...rob
Image & Verse
I really enjoyed the warbler metaphor. Good work, this.
ReplyDeleteHi Rall,
ReplyDeleteYour header pic looks like the inspiration for your collage though the latter is smiling, no doubt relishing the revenge she will take! This is dark and deep.
Irene Papas the great Greek dramatic actress
ReplyDeletehas a very expressive face.They say revenge is a dish best served cold.I don't usually do dark and deep but today was a good day for it
so I let it rip!
Ooo...powerful and dark. I like my poetry like I like my coffee and chocolate. Mmm.
ReplyDeleteOh, I forgot to mention your striking header pic. Papas is so lovely, rich and dark in Zorba the Greek.
ReplyDeleteWow. An absolutely wrenching and powerful poem. I can see everything you wrote.
ReplyDeleteMy only suggestion is to get rid of the word "that" at the beginning of line two.
Wow--another powerful post! There appears to be a lot of anger here, but it also seems quite well-founded.
ReplyDeletethere's a shrubby tree, the pretty french name is Bois D'Arc, although we call them horse apple trees or Osage oranges. The wood resists rot, and the infrequent straight-grained piece makes, they say, a fine bow. It is gnarled and archetecturally beautiful. The weather twists it, but it is almost indestructible.
ReplyDeleteClearly more than a "reed warbler". =)
ReplyDeleteRall,
ReplyDeleteAnd you certainly did let it rip! Very dark and well done!
Pamela
Up and Close with Rall is GooooooooooD..nice read again and thanks for sharing your words...cheers
ReplyDeleteHell hath no fury like a poet scorned? Nifty piece.
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone for your generous comments.
ReplyDeleteThis powerful poem is about a strong woman ... a woman who will survive, no matter what the odds. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteRall,
ReplyDeleteI left you comment over on Wayne's Blog. Why would you think I be hiding out Oscar ;)
Pamela
I can't find that poem on Wayne's blog.Why?
ReplyDeleteAh, well, there is touch of the subversive bandito about you Pamela (thank goodness :)
Rall,
ReplyDeleteWhat now you don't like my blue eye shadow? ;)
Never thought of myself as a terrier though, maybe more like a poodle!
Pamela
Sorry...got you confused with me...I'm a terrier..you're a poodle!
ReplyDeleteRall,
ReplyDeleteNow i feel much better knowing I have found my place ;)
Pamela
Love the classical reference at the end, especially paired with such a classic threat.
ReplyDeleteAt my site,perfection that knows it is perfect; yes, that is unattractive. But the perfect poem, how can you resist that? Thanks for stopping in and leaving a thought provoking comment.
Yousei Hime
http://tasmith1122.wordpress.com