Why For Art Thou, Juliet...?

Nothing inspires her like love

And nothing is what she writes

but in oh so many words

Nothing is what she's left with

After one more torrid affair

but she puts it into words

Then, having squeezed nothing dry

Like a cloth, she uses it again

repeating the process - in words

Different words, that is, of nothing

Conveying less, but thinking more

in 1-D, metaphorically: words

And nothing x12 poems later

She'll meet a new man once more

and he'll whisper 'sweet nothings'...

in words.

Reviews

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

we all know these people (because it isn't just women who are so susceptible to the hedgemaze of words) .. they fall in love with the idea of love, never moving past the initial dipping of the toes. they get their satisfaction out of the chase, out of the glory of that initial glow. sad, because where i think the real love lies, where i think the real satisfaction comes in, is when you have moved past that heady narcotic stage, and into whether or not you can actually STAND the person once you've smelled their unbrushed morning breath. lol

Then, having squeezed nothing dry
Like a cloth, she uses it again
repeating the process - in words

that is a masterful stanza.. the image is dead on perfect. and i actually pictured the woman's actions in my mind..

[JENY]

Actually….
I couldn’t make out the context….
But first lines….sounds very beautiful…
They are deep ….
but overall impression is good

[Amber Betty Marie Child..]

This reminds me of a love I went through that went horribly wrong, the way I used to be and how I dont want to be the last couple lines. thank you

[Fran Marie]

Nothing is what she's left with
After one more torrid affair
but she puts it into words

I think many can relate to this well crafted piece~ I can feel the juliets of poetry
I'm guilty of writing such pieces over and over and why not put them into words, it's how one expresses life, love thru~ poetic art perhaps the words are not as empty as one might think and actually have some sort of substance, even sweet nothings are somethings to hear~ i'm babbling on...so I'll say I really see your pov in this lovely piece, it was beautifully penned and well expressed~

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

Now I love this piece,there is just so much to this write,than seems to the eye..and i read some of the reviews too.This has been read in such different ways,that it is amazing how one can read somewhat into the reviewer's mind by gauging the view on certain subjects.I see myself in this..somewhat if not completely.I do not see the protagonist here in a negative light.I can never see men,women in negative light unless something unreasonably sinister has been committed.Everyone seems to be in the midst of a process,some get stuck in the behavioral cycle for years..some grow out of it.This is an interesting exploration
of the woman's psyche..but this could be for the men too,as reflected in the last line..She'll meet a new man once more
and he'll whisper 'sweet nothings'...
in words...oh how we get caught up in words that we forget to discern between what could be a transient flirtation,attraction and perhaps love as such..but by saying this does not make me sympathize less with the protagonist here.I feel all of us,here know how we can get lost in web of words.Believe in the perfunctory meaning and do not even try to go deeper cause words are so easy to gain solace on that none of us wants to delve deeper and see what lies beneath...or rather we have become so very restless these days we want to save the effort that love takes.I could ramble on this for hours..i got to stop somewhere :),for me the use of 1 d and x 12..was a bit rough..but that is nothing when i look at this poem as such.I love this piece,very clever and yet done so precisely.

[.]

"Different words, that is, of nothing
Conveying less, but thinking more
in 1-D, metaphorically: words"
...what a superb verse!!!
love the end too:-)
great poetry!!!

james:-)

[.]

so tantalizing, you create a backdrop for a interesting story. lovely.

[Quill up a gay ape's bu..]

I agree. B*****s. The lot of 'em. Love, love, love, love, love, love, love...and all they really want is d**k. You wanna know what I love? A*S. That's what I think you should be writing about. Lots of a*s. A*s, a*s, a*s, a*s, a*s, a*s, a*s, a*s, a*s, and a*s.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Why, not where Juliet.. I know of women just like you describe..
Some here some online who love the attention and excitement of
seducing someone with words... the ones i know use the same words, no recycling.
Maybe this is all hey know.

I like this:

Different words, that is, of nothing
Conveying less, but thinking more
in 1-D, metaphorically: words

Not 3-D but 1-D...

I feel the poem is sad for both parties.. well written .

Chloe

[Truly Ross-Wisehart]

I did not find this to be funny or satirical at all. A written look at a sad woman apparently destined to repeat the same lonely cycle over and over again. I would wager that with each new affair, she goes into it expecting a different result from the last and is a bit shocked when she realizes it is the same as all the others. Sad, lonely, pitiful really. Very well written.

~True

[Rory CJ Frankson]

The cycling cool... [ metaphorically: words ] about covers it. Your a fine writer. To feel me, a faille pretender. Comparatively, in differing style.