A wasted page

A wasted page

to 

write upon

spunk upon

to cry upon

rely upon

you

let me down

left me  hanging

bereft me, clown,

used me like a 

useless thing

and tossed me

off, 

aside

paper cut

my paper heart

and wear me 

like a crown

of thorns

of lies and truth

of petals blown

outside

Ride me like

a stallion, dead

donkeys on the beach

with fools

A wasted page

to contemplate

the template

of a plate

of Denby glaze

Amazed, dropped,

shattered,

oops!

another wasted page

broken shards upon

the floor of me.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

seems to start with the perspective of the actual "page" as your speaker ..but changes then to the voice of a poet perhaps .. gives me some great ideas about the "page" hmmmmmmmm
we do write .. write and write many things that seem brilliant to start but end up crumpled and useless on the floor ... the proper place for them actually .. saves everyone the agony of reading them :)))))))
i enjoyed your "A Wasted Page", Shaz! i can just imagine how the page feels being clothed in all our discards
E.

[Shazbatt969]

I have ended up crumpled and useless on the floor many a time, as for the page being clothed in all our discards, is a great line may have to slip it in to one of mine, lol, unfortunately Shaz has left the building, still some great poems left to read, thanks E,

[Einstein Noodle]

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

[jacob erin-cilberto]

writing ending up with a useless product...writing sometimes is a need....but the result insults our poetic spirit, as we wonder out loud..."Jesus, did i write that garbage?'
then we think...the muse got a laugh on us.
i've written so many things that i felt was wasting the page...
this is quite good in its theme and movement.

j.

[Shazbatt969]

thanks, j. sorry for the delay, if all my scrunched up poetry was a book, it would be a big scrunched up ballbook of poetry, lol, thank

gram

[barleygirl]

This is a brilliant stream of ideas & images to paint a vivid tapestry of how this narrator feels completely screwed by this other person. I love the way it feels like everything is tumbling out of this guy's mind, each time growing in drama & intensity, like he's getting warmed up as he goes along, ranting about this rotten situation. This is so exaggerated, it almost feels like a spoof . . . kinda funny . . . maybe making fun of those who write whining poems of hard luck mostly! *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

[gram linski]

Thanks for reading, Margie, everything was tumbling out of my mind, and I do like a good rant, lol,
gram

[Chris Shaw]

Plenty of feeling here to tell your readers just how pissed off and broken you are. A warning to stay away from women if ever there was one.

Chris

[gram linski]

hey Chris, sorry about the delay, I don't come here often, on the contrary, dive in I say, lol
read more hey Chris, sorry about the delay, I don't come here often, on the contrary, dive in I say, lol
gram

[Chris Shaw]

Hello gram. I prefer you to your twin :))

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You mean you like the terrible twins? Both very sick Scots blokes without a 'gram' of sense lol!

[Chris Shaw]

:))...…..............

[gram linski]

Am actually reading this, cheeky cants, cheers.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You can read?

[gram linski]

amazing what Alexa will do for you,

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Well I heard you asked her for a blow job! Tell me it's not true (sorry Chris!)

[Chris Shaw]

You two ha ha :))

[Chris Shaw]

I wonder how many times Alexa has been asked that. Exit quick, don't hang a out for an answer :)

[gram linski]

she does sound very sultry reading out the stories in Playboy (sorry Chris,)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Don't have an Alexa or anything like her so no such 'luck' lol!

[gram linski]

there are actual women out there, who will do all sorts for a hint of commitment and a box of chocs, lol, sorry again Chris, perhaps we three should get a (chat) room together

[Chris Shaw]

I can't believe you two are still at it. A response indicated, I zap on it and it's you two again!

[gram linski]

me neither, I came on about an hour ago to read some fine poetry, and this bam keeps leading me astray, but on a positive note, about 15 people have just read the poem, lol

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Who you callin a bam pot pal? Anyway in Glasgow you can skip the chocs and the commitment. Oh and they are not reading the poem they are reading the saga lol!

[gram linski]

First of all you're just a bam no where near bampottery, and to follow the saga they have to log on to this page, haha, subliminal comin' at ya, baby, and as for the glesga girls, a pint of stella will do

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah such a collection of broken crockery words set into the hillside! At least they give the reader hand and footholds as they slide down this clever cliff of vitriol. Writ like only you can sir in a mixed weave of a poem with punch and mixed emotive cues!

[gram linski]

why would you need hand and footholds as you're sliding down the hillside, surely they would get stuck in the crevices, lol absolutions and beatitude, a mixed metaphor indeed,
gram