Neglected

Terrifying

We intend to end this show

One of the stars 

bled to death

neglected

straight out the back window

It's a miracle

witches

I'm sorry  

(repeatedly)

Let me know

(repeatedly)

Do me a favor

(repeatedly)

Right now

(repeatedly)

I'm going to tell you the truth

(but never did)

The sky was full of fists.

Rupina, Artichoke, Onion

Bitter

 is better than bleeding

at least for your gut.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful dance of words. I wanted to know and read more dear Corset. I liked the demanding tone of the statements in the poetry. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Corset]

Thank you for stopping in Coyote :D

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Corset.

[SirEdwinSantosIII]

I"m curious about "witches." "Right now," adds a note of intensity right where it's needed. I really enjoy the economy here. Great skill. Thanks for posting this.

[Corset]

Thank you SirEdwinSantosill, Psychics and empaths were often feared and burned at the stake at one point in history, certainly misunderstood I'm sure.

[Ruth]

Bitter is only a breath away from that bleeding at times - the sky is supposed to feel vanilla scented and softly layered with promises of tomorrows, not be "full of fists". This piece really soaks deeply into the reader...sometimes that bitter though can also build a bridge when we want to walk and not sink. Be well dear Corset :)

[Corset]

Thank you so much Ruth, I am doing very well actually, better than I have in years. Life is more simple now, harder in someway but immensely more enjoyable. Hope this finds you well also!

[h d e rushin]

I'm old and ugly. I woke up with a large pimple on my forehead. I dreamed last night between tosses, about robbing a bank, hitting the lottery, taking a train ride out west, relinquishing the stars to the other poets who write of passion. Then I thought about you. How you weave ideas and notions into atonement; sufferings that erroneously people think as reclamation. But this is a love poem. And we have settled on (and seen multiple examples of) what love poems "do" in relation to 'others" and we are fools to attend
to the desires of it without having to lie down:

"i'm sorry,
do me a favor,
i'm going to tell you the truth"/

all pleas to the monster of depravation (heartache) and all promises
to the the better angels of seduction, forgiveness.....

beautifully written.....dana

[Corset]

At least we are old and ugly on the same page :D, You are of course correct they are all always a love poem I have not been able to forgive, if I forgive, then I will heal and I will forget. I ..will...never. I must never forget. I will not allow it, I will not watch such things dwindle to the back of my mind to that point and place where I can not remember his name. Lover come and go but friends you never allow yourself to forget.

[Chris Shaw]

I felt far more than neglect here, I felt violence. 'the sky was full of fists'. Powerful poem Corset, bitter is one step up from bleeding, but still a long way to reach the stars. Sad some relationships end up this way.

Chris

[Corset]

Very true Chris, thank you for your insightful comments.

[John the Baptist]

Neglect might have preceded it, but what I get from this one is violence. Indeed, bitter is better than bleeding. It may not be heaven, but at least it doesn't require stitches.

[Corset]

We women are often bitter about failed relationships but right now in Afghanistan women are once again repressed and abused, all the leaps and bounds of progress in democracy has just flown out the window, I can only imagine the depths of their despair right now.