My Enemy

The Silent Treatment, never a good thing to feel....

The strong sun quickly turns frail

as the cruel and biting cloudiness

of disappointing resentment once again

covers our lives with that moment in the

eternal presence of Silence.

 

Silence and I, batteling as gladiators

for your attention and trying to be

more attractive then the other as two

catty women baring heels and nails

in a barroom at a liquored midnight hour.

 

She lures you with her nonchalant 

sighs and throws her power in

my face with a detached look;

she knows why things have been so cruel

and I am jealous of her witching ways.

Reviews

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

I like this poem, more secrets than I can understand but I feel the power of it, I loved your images Thanks Yossi

[Angel's Lady]

Silence and I, battling as gladiators -- What a wonderful way to write that line. Nicely done!

She lures you with her nonchalant sighs -- wonderful...

Great write!

[THE BLACK SEAL]

i found this to be an interesting work to be sure...what is all this talk of muses? I do not have a muse...lol
Well i have a woman if that is what it is supposed to be, but i have no interest in writing lovesick things.
Anyway i found the way you told this to be very honest and vulnerable and that was very brave.
It is a good work with potential.
The flow of it works in its own way.
It does have some spelling errors such as battling, barring, than