EclipsedA Poem by felionessBefore women had a voice...
How coldly calculating your allegiances brown the path, Panama hat brimming wide. none so much more though than I can bear, say a little sack of semblance and some much-needed fresh air to ease my pain. All the same, at four p.m. I inhale the vacuous vapors of mint tea and julep. A nodding peony sipping my drug of choice. Conversing with such inanity that I bite the insides of my cheeks Drawing blood and flushing in shame. He thinks me so genteelly pleased, All the while my inner voice uses obscenities to replace his name And roiling inside me a burgeoning hurricane seethes. Still time will not wane … At night I face a moon hung in suspended disbelief, (its knowing sneer convinced I’m to blame). Therefore I'll spurn all wanings thereof …including those tender parts destroying me. Oh and plenty more are arriving. All looking alike (the likes of thee!). Talking to a milt horizon Salty as the sea. And the smell ... God how it all gets to me! I’ve sinned before ... it does wonders for those inner whinings And don’t you know, during my last reverie I found one knee less skinned. Now I long to ease up upon the other Knowing full well I’ll never win. My will became lost through acts of omission. Then in turn, my self the same ... Victim to victories won through attrition. It takes at least two to play this kind of game. © 2014 felionessAuthor's Note
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Added on February 18, 2013Last Updated on April 18, 2014 Tags: repressed, old society, women in history AuthorfelionessSaskatchewan, CanadaAboutI live in Saskatchewan, Canada. I am a daydreamer who lives to write. I live quietly sharing my home with two dogs and three cats. more..Writing
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