Nothing prepares us for the end of a relationship, especially one which we thought was fine, and didn't see the end coming until the axe blade touched our necks.
A fantastic use of descriptive words that all relate back to the title of the poem and its defining theme; ax, severance, pension, suspension, pink slip; the end has arrived and the love has been discarded and thrown aside.
Sorry for the late review. A poet needs to recharge the imagination once in a while, and i think i may have overdone it! A brilliant write as always.
Raw truth. In some ways time heals but never fully. Oh the many choices we made when we were younger that we would have done differently had we known what we know now.
as bob seeger sang..."wish i didn't know now what i didn't know then"--thank you, gentlekindness.read moreas bob seeger sang..."wish i didn't know now what i didn't know then"--thank you, gentlekindness.
j.
8 Years Ago
So true.
Merlin (from King Author) said..."life can only be understood backwards. The probl.. read moreSo true.
Merlin (from King Author) said..."life can only be understood backwards. The problem is ..it has to be lived forwards..."
It is a hard thing to live with when one person has to deal with a split that they may not want, and the other does. You do have a way of writing that truly tugs at my emtions. Well done.
I like the metaphor of work for love- no choice but forced retirement from what should be a mutual commitment. We should be vested when we fall in love, able to take out something of what we put in- and hopefully the other matched. Suspended, waiting, wondering if you get to go back to what it was before the suspension, or if it will always be tainted from then on. Severance smile - a nice phrase that calls up that empty handshake, thanks, now clean out your desk, today please. Followed by the pink slip, a dear john email, I guess these days, or something more substantial like divorce papers. Seismic tremor captures that destructive force that tips everything upside-down, a lot of wreckage in the aftermath. It's been a long time since I had anything like this happen to me in love. I also love the ending- a chaotic goodbye to forever- no more ideas of "as long as we both shall live" - not even the slow enough pace to really say goodbye. And snap your fingers, it's done, in a moment, what took a long time to build, gone down a mudslide or washed away in a flood. Anyway, I like this poem a lot, it conveys the shock, the sadness, the anger and the lingering love/loss. Thanks for posting it.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
thank you for your in-depth review of this piece, Marianne...
appreciate your words.... read morethank you for your in-depth review of this piece, Marianne...
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..