She Flushed Him Away

Don't kid ya self, it happens every day........

She Flushed Him Away

 

Having rigorously brushed

     Both her hair and her teeth

            She cautiously stepped into

                  A brand new day and just for

                       Very good measure she claimed

                             A tear had been shed somewhere

                                   On the way

 

Now whilst that may or may not

             Have been the case and true

                   On reflection it is simply

                         So very hard to say

                             And my dear friend it is for

                                   That same indeed that very

   Same reason I envy the secrets

         Many mirrors hold

 

Since their privileged gaze

                 Would never break or ever

                       Give that lady's name and game away

                               Knowing this she felt safe enough

                                      To flush what was left of him away

        With the first wipe of a brand new day

             Such was the freedom he spoke of

                   But until that moment

                        She could never fully or truly understand

 

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Superb metaphor my friend- sanitary too! Sounds like flush-er and flush-ee both benefitted by the cleanse! Great language, form, flow(!!), rhyme Well-done Neville!

[Neville]

Bless you Annette, you are far too kind, but I do love it......hope you are well.. Neville

[Lydia Shutter]

Great metaphor, Neville. Empowering for the woman you write of....sometimes we have to cleanse our lives of the negativity people cast in our direction. Lydi**

[Neville]

Yes indeed, I truly believe a decent purging is good for one when circumstances dictate....many thank you's Lydi**...I truly appreciate you considering these words...... Your friend & fan, Neville

[jacob erin-cilberto]

terrific metaphor here...maybe not pretty, but very effective...

personal and emotional hygiene...

j.

[Neville]

Hey my good friend, where have you been... I owe ya a couple at least.....oh' and thank you for the very kind sentiment above........ Neville

[jacob erin-cilberto]

too snowed with my summer classes and couldn't keep up with reciprocating on commenting...so am taking a break...i just come on every so often to do some reading when i can.
hope you are well...

j.

[Neville]

Thanks for the update jacob.. take care and hope to have you back very soon my friend.... Not too bad here, at least it could be worse.... Neville

[Wild Rose]

It took a few reads to get into > What you could call "Clearing the Decks" - getting rid of clutter

The relationship is over
Look for a new lover

[Neville]

written a very long time ago now, but thanks for the visit and the advice.... Neville

[Phill Oz O'fee]

The stanza format was inspirational - and wordplay written, like water swirling down a plug hole with purpose and direction (a one way process) - creating an imagery of defiance and control - towards a new dawn! Nice one … :-)

[Neville]

The stanza formation is not entirely unique as I am sure you are aware.. I did however think it appropriate & very much for the same reasons you outline above.. Thank you... Neville

[Mrudula Rani]

Getting ride of a burden sets heart free, like the emotional freedom in a brand new beginning. You can write about human emotions and its reasons with such beauty and clarity that fascinates and leaves us all pondering forever, dear Neville .

[Neville]

Welcome my very dear Mrudula.... yes indeed, there are moments when the burden feels lighter than it is known to be... and as oft the case, you are most generous.... AGT's... a most appreciative Neville

[Mrudula Rani]

Thank you dear friend for your kind words. It is always great pleasure reading your beautiful poems.

[Neville]

.................. :)

[Chris Shaw]

Good early morning Neville. What an intriguing write. I have read these words several times and I am still pondering. However I think this may be about an affair ending, with a tear, maybe not an honest tear and metaphorically flushing said lover down the toilet. First wipe of a brand new day, removing any evidence. That's my take on your cryptic, but fascinating lines. Always love reading what you have to say Neville.

Chris

[Neville]

Good Morning Chris, my daughter and I have just got back from the gym... many thanks for considering these words... I understand they will not be everybody's cup of English Breakfast Tea, but hey... Your take on this, is a gift and maybe not too far off the mark.... It was originally writ for an x.... but that was many moons ago now..... Neville

[Chris Shaw]

How nice that you are spending time at the gym with your daughter. Lovely thing to do. Pleased you thought my take on your words a gift and getting closer too. My grandparents used to hide sweets when we were kids and then they would say, you are getting warmer, warmer, colder. I don't know why, but your words brought this back. I thank you for that :))

[Neville]

No, thank you Chris, I am replete....... N x

[Chris Shaw]

Does that mean you are brimful and bursting? lol x

[Neville]

No, am getting ready for BBQ... not yet touched a drop..............

[Chris Shaw]

lol, have a lovely BBQ

[Neville]

................x

[sette]

smile and this poem makes me smile the more....

[Neville]

Nice of you to leave such an encouraging little note my friend, smile on..... N

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Okay I have to stop reading others comments...cause Im dying of laughter over here and I cant remember what I wanted to say in the first place. YOU BAFFLE ME... sometimes Nev....so Im gonna be like Nev, who is being like Crowley and Im just gonna lick my fingers and smile~

[Neville]

Happens to me sometimes, in fact often really, must be an age thing, or incongruity of affect, one or tother......thanks for checking in Queenie, it is appreciated, I assure you.... Neville

[barleygirl]

This poem might be too literal, even for a sleazebag like me! I was flitting happily along, picturing the joyful morning view from there, wondering about a juxtaposition between your title (sounds like he’s been flung) & your poem (sounds more like a fling). Then I get to the part where she’s wiping him away & flushing . . . that’s a visual I can never unthink! I can’t even remember what your poem was about -- this line blew everything out of my head. That’s one easily-forgotten routine I haven’t missed in a couple decades *wink! wink!* Fondly Margie

[Neville]

There ya go, I just helped you to remember to forget, now that's a straight flush if you ask me.. wink wink.... Neville